The Real Daughter Said I Copied Her？Oops, My Test Was Blank Chapter 05
Dead silence.
Almost a full minute passed before someone in the crowd let out a choked snort they couldn’t hold in.
Then, like it was catching, laughter erupted everywhere at once.
“Holy shit—this is the so-called perfect score? A turtle?”
“Hahahaha oh my god, ‘never seen a blank before’—is Lena insane or a genius?”
“Wait, if Lena turned in a blank test, then where did Morrison get that perfect score sheet?”
“Hold on… did the principal actually fake evidence to frame a student?”
The tide had turned. Completely.
The same students who’d been pointing fingers at me were now looking at Morrison and Sophia with suspicion and disgust.
Morrison’s forehead was slick with sweat. He fumbled for the computer power cord, trying to cut the feed.
“It’s a virus! A hack!”
He yanked the cord out, screaming hysterically.
“Lena Walsh! You just attacked the school network! That’s a federal offense—I’m calling the police!”
The screens went dark.
But his panic only made everyone more certain.
I crossed my arms and watched him perform, calm as could be:
“Principal Morrison. Didn’t you just say the original answer sheet was already sent to the College Board? So what—did they get a turtle too?”
“Because if they did, then your ‘two identical perfect scores’ story is a lie.”
“And if they didn’t—then the paper you sent to the College Board was never mine to begin with.”
“Falsifying evidence in an academic integrity investigation. That’s way worse than a blank test, don’t you think?”
Morrison had nothing. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He looked at Sophia like she was his lifeline.
Sophia was panicking too—she wouldn’t even meet his eyes.
Patrick’s face was darker than the winter clouds outside the window.
He played favorites, sure, but he wasn’t stupid.
Anyone with eyes could see something was off here.
“What the hell is going on?!”
Sophia flinched at his roar. Instinct kicked in—she slipped right back into that wounded, pitiful mask:
“Lena… how could you do this…”
“I know you’re good with computers, and you’re friends with those IT club kids, but you can’t just hack into the system and change answer sheets!”
“You’re doing this to get back at me—humiliating Mr. Morrison and Mom and Dad in front of everyone…”
“Since when did you become so horrible…”
You had to hand it to Sophia. She had nerves of steel.
Even now, she was still twisting it back on me.
“She’s right! You’re the one who did this!”
Eleanor stood firm behind Sophia.
“You’ve always been into those electronics!”
“Sophia’s top of her grade—why would she lie? Meanwhile, you—you’d pull a stunt like this just to get out of trouble?”
“Lena, I’m so disappointed in you. First you cheat, now you frame your own sister?”
The crowd that had swung my way started to waver again.
I didn’t bother explaining.
There was no point talking to these people.
I just wanted justice—for myself, for everything.
Before I could say a word, a stir rippled through the back of the crowd.
The students parted like a curtain, and an older man with silver hair walked in, his expression grim.
Four or five people in dark suits followed behind him, official badges pinned to their chests.
Morrison’s legs nearly gave out when he saw who it was.
“Dr. Wells…” His voice came out like sandpaper.
“Wh—what are you doing here?”