How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 261

Morwenna wasn't about to start a brawl—she had more sense than that.

Sandra, flanked by her clique, couldn't help but jeer and mock loudly.

Even the usually busy Student Council President was drawn out by the commotion.

Looking at Campbell, he asked, "What's going on here? What's all the fuss about?"

Before Campbell could reply, voices from the crowd piped up.

"Council President, we trust that you'll be fair. We demand a new election for the Freshman Representative."

"Council President, the Student Council should represent all students, not just be a megaphone for a select few!"

"We demand fairness and an end to nepotism and backdoor deals!"

"Morwenna should be expelled from Rosefrost University! She's tarnishing the reputation of our school."

"Expel her!"

Sandra listened with satisfaction as the crowd she had incited grew louder.

The situation was spiraling out of control.

Not just the people rehearsing in the auditorium, other students began trickling in to watch the drama unfold.

Yet, Morwenna remained composed.

Having faced much adversity in her life, she wasn't easily rattled by these accusations.

She genuinely had no idea she had been backed by anyone.

She thought she was chosen on her merits to be the Freshman Representative, unaware that Campbell had recommended her.

Surveying the crowd, those who didn't even know her seemed outraged, as if they had a personal vendetta against her.

Catching Morwenna's gaze, the usually brash Barclay, for some reason, couldn't hold eye contact and looked away.

Dahlia watched the scene unfold with a detached air, staying silent. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Lorna simply snorted, it was unclear at whom.

Keira was on the verge of fainting from anxiety.

Morwenna scanned the crowd before finally speaking up, "It's true, Campbell recommended me, but do any of you really know me? If you did, you wouldn't say such things. And if you don't, on what basis do you judge my suitability as Freshman Representative?"

Morwenna wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and her confidence silenced the whispers, if only for a moment.

Then, someone scoffed, "I heard your SAT score was only a 1400. We have freshmen here at Rosefrost who scored over 1500. What makes you think you're qualified to represent us?"

Morwenna replied calmly, "If Rosefrost University selects its representatives based solely on academic performance, then I have no arguments. But as far as I know, the senior who spoke at the

opening ceremony wasn't the top scorer either."

Morwenna's words, steeped in truth, left many speechless.

Indeed, even if Campbell had recommended her, perhaps Morwenna was truly the right choice.

Seeing the crowd quiet down, Jethro loudly interjected, "Clever words, but do you really think a few slick comments will make us trust you? Grades might not mean everything, but you, a country girl who's barely seen the world outside her village, think you can outshine the other outstanding freshmen? Take Dahlia your roommate, for example. Her work's been published in newspapers, and professors have praised her essays. What can you do? For all we know, your speech could've been copied from the internet or ghostwritten."

Jethro's baseless attack on Morwenna was met with disapproval.

Even Dahlia, who was mentioned, frowned.

Having seen Morwenna's speech, Dahlia knew their writing styles were worlds apart.

If her own writing was a glamorous gown, Morwenna's was like a sturdy, unadorned tree.

To compare them, Morwenna's work, grounded and robust, arguably had the edge.

Dahlia's pieces, though beautiful, were somewhat ethereal, whereas Morwenna's writing was rooted deeply in reality.