Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 33
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 33
Forget it! She supposed Gordon didn’t even know who Mason was judging from how thick he usually
was.
When the school bell rang, their ss teacher stood behind the podium with a solemn expression on
his face. All the students of ss A were feeling so apprehensive that their palms were sweating.
“Mr. Smith, please just kill the suspense and tell us what’s on your mind,” one of the boys raised his
hand and pleaded in a humble tone.
Mr. Smith dropped the solemn expression at once and dered, “Honestly, it isn’t totally a bad thing.
The school is having a parent-teacher conference tomorrow.” It wasn’t a bad thing, at least in Mr.
Smith’s perception, because he was d to see these rascals in his ss receive punishment.
Several beatster, the ssroom was filled with sighs and groans.
“I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape it!”
“My doomsday ising! I think I might as well just drop out from school! Once my parents know that
my results rank fifth from the bottom, I’m sure they will suspend my allowance!”
“Damn it! I’ll have to suffer a round of endless nagging from my mother again at home.”
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For those students who excelled in the exam, they would cruise through the parent-teacher conference
but for those who didn’t do well, it would be a torture.
“Mr. Smith, can my parents note tomorrow?” One of the boys put up his hand and said, “My
parents are so busy and they have no time for me.”
Mr. Smith chuckled and countered, “For the parents who can’t make it tomorrow, I’ll have a chat with
them over the phone.”
“Argh!”
After the period ended, Abby inched close to J and said, “J, I’ve never met your parents. I bet
they will be over the moon when they know your exam results are at the top of our batch.”
Appearing unperturbed, J chuckled. “Will they?”
Whispers broke out among some of the ssmates who overheard Abby’sment.
“I’m really curious to see how much of a bumpkin J’s parents are.”
“I’m sure they will dress as shabbily as J and their clothes must be filthy.”
“Will they stink?”
They were talking in voices that were barely audible, not daring to say it to J’s face. They didn’t
want to be punched, like what had happened to Jennifer from ss B.
While some were overjoyed about the asion, others were greatly depressed over it. Emily from
ss A was one of thetter. Ever since Mr. Smith told them about the parent-teacher conference, she
held her head low and bit her lips, not saying a single word. It was because her results were ranked
second to J’s first.
She wouldn’t mind being defeated by anyone, just not J. If her parents learnt that she was beaten
by J, she would no longer be their most loved and excellent daughter. On top of that, they would
surely change their perception of J once they knew how outstanding her results were.
Later that night at Jackson Residence, Megan was sitting on the sofa, talking to Emily with affection
written all over her face. “Emily, I’ll go with you tomorrow. Do pick out what I should wear to the parent-
teacher conference because I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”
Emily was petrified and her face looked awkward. Trying her best to smile, she agreed, “Okay.”
Megan caressed her head and remarked, “Once again, you’re going to make our family proud.”
Everytime Megan attended the parent-teacher conference, the teachers and the principal would always
compliment Emily for how clever a girl she was. Having worked as a professional model before, Megan
was used to being vain and the praises from the teachers and the principal on Emily fed her ego well.
Holding her head low, Emily asked cautiously, “Mom, since you’re going to attend the conference with
me tomorrow, will Dad be there with J?”
Megan frowned at the mention of J as she still held a deep grudge against her. “I don’t think we will
attend hers.” If she were to attend the conference as J’s mother, it would bring her nothing but
embarrassment.
J reached home just in time to hear what Megan said. However, she only let out a chuckle and
wasn’t too bothered by it.
Brian, who was reading the papers, spotted J and said to her, “J, Megan will be bringing the
two of you to the parent-conference tomorrow because I can’t make it.”
“Okay,” J responded nonchntly.
Megan looked bitter as soon as she heard what Brian said. Tugging his sleeve, she grumbled, “Brian,
do I really have to be there as J’s mother?”
A crease appeared on Brian’s forehead because he knew what Megan was thinking. Trying to avoid
speaking too harshly and hurt J, he said after some contemtion, “You girls are free to make any
suitable arrangement.”
J chortled before she muttered in self-mockery, “Seems like I don’t deserve to be a part of this
family.”