Chapter 411
“Elara!”
Just then, several parents approached, surrounding Elara.
“We’ve unanimously decided to remove Rosalie Fisher as PTA president. We’d like to nominate you for Class 1B’s PTA leadership. What do you say?”
These were all parents who got along well with Elara–none from Rosalie’s usual socialite circle.
“I barely have enough energy for my daughter as is. I appreciate your confidence in me.” Elara declined politely.
When Merida and Beau first enrolled, Elara had considered running for PTA office, believing it would help her contribute more meaningfully.
She’d even prepared a PowerPoint campaign with great enthusiasm, until Harvey informed her that Ethel wanted Rosalie as PTA president.
“Give your presentation materials to Rosalie,” he had said to her back then.
“Why? I’m just as qualified as Rosalie-‘
The moment she protested, his frown deepened. Sensing his irritation, Elara immediately held her breath. “You’re the Fisher heir’s mother. Your sole focus should be raising Beau! Where would you find time for PTA duties?”
Now the position was being handed to her on a silver platter–and she no longer wanted it.
“Is the presidency decided by election?” Tilly ventured timidly.
The other parents responded, “Technically yes, but with Rosalie’s sudden removal…”
Even with Rosalie’s downfall at school, parents feared whoever replaced her as PTA president would become her new target. Among all the parents, only Elara dared confront Rosalie directly.
Naturally, they wanted to pass this hot potato to her.
Tilly’s voice grew even softer. “Could I… maybe try?”
Her round eyes sparkled with tentative hope.
The parents exchanged glances. Had Tilly not assisted with class 1B’s dance rehearsals for this performance, most would’ve forgotten she existed.
“Mrs. Moore, are you sure you want to take on this responsibility?”
Many doubted her temperament suited the role.
“If Tilly wants to run, she has my vote.”
Elara’s declaration made Tilly glance up quickly. The warmth in Elara’s smile filled her with courage.
“Give it a shot,” she said.
“Okay!” Tilly told the group. “I’d like to try.”
Meanwhile, a black Mercedes V260 sped down the road. Rosalie couldn’t bear to damage her Hermès bag on
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Harold, so she pummeled him with her fists instead.
“How dare you hit me in public? 1 want a divorce!”
“Enough!” Harold shielded his head with both armTIS.
Paisley, who was crushed against the door in the cramped space, wept silently. The child pressed her tear streaked face to the window, terrified any sound might redirect Rosalie’s fury toward her.
When Rosalie’s phone rang incessantly, Harold shouted, “Answer that!”
Still seething, Rosalie pinched Harold’s thigh viciously before grabbing her phone. “Hello?”
