How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel 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.

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.