Trapped in a Fire, My Son and I Are Reborn

Chapter 9

"What if I have proof?" I stared at Emily.

The officer's phone rang again, with a familiar voice: "You little brat, dare block me? Give me your backpack!"

"Don't touch my backpack! Someone help, the teacher's taking my backpack!"

"Everyone's out of the classroom. Who'll help you, brat? Let go!"

Then came the sound of something hitting the floor, followed by my son's cries. It must have been Emily pushing him down!

Then came rustling sounds, with the sound of a zipper opening and closing.

The recording continued: "You brat, just like your mom. I put your backpack on the cabinet. Don't worry about it, go outside and join the other kids for exercises!"

My son was too young to understand what Ms. Lee did, but everyone else did.

Parents' eyes filled with anger, nearly overwhelming as they surrounded Principal Lee and Emily.

Under siege, Emily still yelled at me: "Rose Bennett, you're so despicable!"

I coldly looked at her: "Despicable? I put a recording device in my son's backpack because he kept getting hurt at kindergarten, and I wanted to see why!"

"You thought everything burned and there'd be no evidence. You didn't expect my recorder and home equipment to be connected, with files uploaded any time."

She didn't expect my son, after being reborn, to stop her from touching his backpack, leaving a recording.

The police cuffed Emily: "This is the law's long arm catching up! Now you're arrested for arson!"

"No, I didn't commit arson. Even if I put the stuff there, it wasn't me who started the fire!" She was still struggling.

Police and firefighters arrived together, holding a bag, seemingly having found new evidence.

"Chief, we found a heating pad in the principal's office identical to the fragments found at the scene."

"We suspect this heating pad's heat ignited the batteries!"

Principal Lee rushed forward, trying to seize the evidence, but was pinned down by the police.

"I used those heating pads myself because I'm an old lady afraid of the cold."

"Really? The same heating pad was found in the hallway and backpack, and you knew the hallway batteries were under junk. How do you explain that?!"

Emily stared blankly at the principal, shouting, "No! I took the heating pad; it's unrelated to my mom."

I wouldn't give them any breathing room: "Why did the kindergarten's fire hydrants have no water?! Who can explain this?"

The police glanced at the teachers: "Tampering with fire hydrants is as serious as arson. You wouldn't want to cover for anyone, would you?"

Principal Li made a desperate attempt to grab the evidence, but the police restrained her to the ground.

"That heating pad is mine. I use it because I get cold easily."

"Is that so? The same type of heating pads were found in the hallway and in students' backpacks. You also knew about the batteries hidden under the debris in the hallway. How do you explain that?"

Emily Anderson looked at the principal in disbelief and shouted, "No! I took the heating pad. It has nothing to do with my mom."

I pressed on, not allowing any time for them to recover: "Why was there no water in the kindergarten's fire hydrant? Can anyone answer that?"

The police officer looked at the teachers, "Tampering with a fire hydrant is as serious as arson. You wouldn't want to cover up for anyone, would you?"

The elderly security guard suddenly remembered, "I saw the principal doing something at the fire hydrant. I thought she was just inspecting it. I didn't realize she was sabotaging it!"

"Principal, why would you and Emily Anderson do something like this? This kindergarten has been your life's work!"