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Chapter 647
Chapter 647:
The silence in the hall turned toxic. The sheer psychological horror of what the little girl was describing hit the crowd of parents like a physical blow. To force a genius child to mutilate her own intellect — to play the fool simply to protect the fragile ego of a mediocre boy — it was a sickening portrait of cruelty.
The parents stared at Belle and Cheryl with absolute, unadulterated revulsion. The Lancaster name, once a symbol of elite prestige, suddenly sounded like a curse.
Isolde felt hot tears burn the back of her eyes. Her throat tightened so painfully she could barely swallow. She had known Effie was suppressing her talent, but hearing her daughter articulate the emotional abuse so clearly shattered her heart all over again.
Kaiden’s face turned a violent, blotchy red.
The illusion of his superiority — the foundation of his entire existence — was being ripped away in front of hundreds of people. He wasn’t a genius. He was a charity case. His little sister had been feeding him scraps of victory out of pity.
His fragile ego fractured completely.
“You’re lying!” Kaiden shrieked. He lunged forward, his fists balled up, spit flying from his mouth. “You’re stupid! I’m the smartest! Dad said I’m the smartest p>
Effie did not flinch. She did not step back.
She looked at her screaming, out-of-control brother with a gaze entirely devoid of emotion — the look of a scientist observing a failed experiment.
“I’m not lying,” Effie said softly, but firmly. “And from today on, Kaiden, I’m not going to let you win again p>
She turned her back on him.
Your 𝗱𝗮і𝗅у 𝘥𝘰s𝖾 o𝖿 n𝘰ve𝗹𝗌 𝘰n g𝖺lոo𝗏𝖾l𝘀.с𝘰𝗺
She walked away from the screaming boy and the horrified Belle, crossed the open space, and reached up to take Isolde’s hand, gripping it tightly.
The small, physical contact broke the spell.
Leo Harrington, standing near the stairs, began to clap. Not like a child — slowly, deliberately, his hands striking together with sharp, rhythmic cracks.
“A true warrior,” Leo said aloud, nodding his head with profound respect.
One of the university professors joined in. Then the head judge.
Within seconds, the entire plaza erupted into a deafening roar of applause. It was no longer just for a perfect score. It was for her courage — for a child who had finally broken her chains.
Belle stood frozen in the center of the noise, feeling as though she had been stripped bare and thrown into a freezing river. Every calculation, every manipulation she had ever made, had just been incinerated by a five-year-old girl.
Cheryl looked as though she might faint. She leaned heavily against a plastic chair, gasping for air.
The head judge returned to the podium and lifted the microphone, his face glowing with a sense of restored justice.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, his voice carrying over the applause, “the official rankings have been posted on the main board near the west exit p>
The crowd immediately surged toward the board, eager to see the final, undeniable proof of the day’s events.
Isolde did not move. She knelt down and wrapped her arms around Effie, pulling her tightly against her chest. She buried her face in her daughter’s neck, breathing her in.
“I am so proud of you,” Isolde whispered fiercely, her voice shaking with emotion. “You never have to hide again. Never p>