Chapter 885


    Chapter 885


    Hana had never pegged Brittany to be so petty.


    With a frown, Brittany said, “Ms. Hana, I think there’s been á misunderstanding. This has nothing to do


    with me.”


    She wasn’t so idle as to go out of her way to pick on Hana.


    But Hana, convinced Brittany was lying, retorted, “Ms. Dustin, you and Mr. Salter aren’t remarried yet,


    so I still have a shot atpeting for him. Why the rush to wipe me out? Are you afraid I’ll overtake


    you, or are you just insecure?”


    Hana lifted her chin defiantly. “I heard you had a miscarriage. You should really take care


    of “miscarriage.”


    But Hana, blinded by her anger, disregarded any sense of tact. “How does someone just miscarry out


    of the blue, unless maybe too much fun overseas led to a nasty case of recurrent miscarriages?”


    No sooner had the words left her mouth than Brittany’s hand struck Hana’s face, her expression turning


    icy. “Hana, watch your words!”


    For Brittany, miscarriage was a raw wound, and Hana kept prodding it mercilessly.


    Stunned by the p, Hana, once she recovered, tried to retaliate.


    “Brittany, how dare you p me! It’s your own fault for not being able to keep the baby, and now you


    won’t let me speak? Everyone knows you and William have been an item for years…”


    Brittany grabbed her wrist in a tight grip, warning her, “Hana, don’t say things you’ll regret, or I’ll make


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    sure I do!”


    While she and William had been together, their rtionship was nothing out of the ordinary. She would


    not allow anyone to defile it!


    Frightened, Hannah was immobilized as Brittany let go of her wrist and called security, “Come up, and


    remove this person.”


    The security arrived swiftly, escorting Hana away.


    Thrown out of the studio, Hana was met with the strange nces of passersby, but she didn’t care.


    Clenching her teeth in anger, she rose to her feet.


    Back at the daycare, Hana sought out the director, hoping to air her grievances. Instead, she was met


    with a stack of documents.


    We both know why you were transferred,” the director said, her aversion for those with ill intentions


    evident, a fact Hannah had tantly disregarded.


    “You’repeatedly approached the student’s parents with ulterior motives, which are clearer to you than to


    me.”


    Hana’s face turned red. “I wasn’t trying to break them up…”


    “Then what?” the director squinted. “The whole world knows Mr. Salter is engaged. Do you really think


    you can worm your way into that family?”


    The director looked at Hana with disdain. Did she watch too many ros? Did she really believe in


    some fairy-tale romance?


    Biting her lip, Hana asked, “Did Brittanyin about me?”


    The director chuckled, “Don’t always assume Ms. Dustin is the one out to get you.”


    “Then who was it?”


    The director obviously wouldn’t reveal it was Wesley who had approached her privately.


    “Just go, and don’t make any more trouble.”


    Chastened, Hana had no choice but to leave.


    Once she was gone, the director called Wesley “I did as you asked and handled the situation.”


    “Thanks, director,” Wesley appreciated the director’s intervention, not just because he disliked Hana’s


    behavior, but also for his daughter’s sake.


    How could someone with questionable behavior be his daughter’s teacher?


    “It’s nothing major,” the director said before hanging up and removing Hana from the lis of potential


    promotions.


    At Imperial City’s most prestigious daycare, the standards for selecting teachers were strict.


    Hana had used her family’s influence to get in, but her ambition proved too great.


    Such a person couldn’t stay.


    The evidence against Leda conspiring with Joie was irrefutable, and the police swiftly moved to


    prosecute.