Chapter 595: Weirdo Brother (5)
Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Weirdo Brother (5)
Lane Yancey now felt that his control over the school’s internal affairs had been too lax. Otherwise, how could something like this have happened?
Fortunately, the matter wasn’t entirely wrong in principle. Susan Caldwell was Veridia’s top scorer on the college entrance exams, so having her represent the new students on stage was justifiable.
The dean of students froze for a moment. He looked toward the athletic field where Susan Caldwell was running listlessly, and when he recalled that the person who had punished her was Sheldon Caldwell, he instantly understood. "I see."
Lane Yancey smiled and said, "I’ve heard before that Dean Sullivan is a person of great integrity who treats everyone equally, not even giving preferential treatment to her own children. Today, I’ve seen it for myself. Truly admirable!"
Thanks to her outstanding achievements, Winter Sullivan was now the dean of a research institute. In terms of importance, she was in no way inferior to Julian Caldwell.
He finished with a sigh. "Everyone talks about integrity, but that’s usually just for outsiders. It’s almost inevitable that people will show favor to their own. For Dean Sullivan to be so impartial even when it comes to her own child is truly rare."
The dean of students, however, felt a wave of embarrassment. He had originally intended to suck up to Winter Sullivan and Julian Caldwell, but it seemed his attempt had completely backfired.
Lane Yancey added, "From now on at our university, regardless of a student’s family background, everyone is to be treated equally. There will be no preferential treatment whatsoever."
The dean of students’ face flushed. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes, sir!"
If Susan Caldwell had known that deliberately showing off her family background to grab the spotlight for the freshman speech would lead to this series of negative consequences, she never would have done it.
In fact, over the years, she knew that Winter Sullivan despised her using the Caldwell family name to seek so-called conveniences and privileges. Because of this, she had always been especially restrained and would normally avoid doing anything that drew so much attention.
She never imagined the dean of students would call Winter Sullivan to try and claim credit. Things wouldn’t have gotten this bad even if he had called Julian Caldwell instead.
Susan Caldwell had wanted to steal the spotlight to overshadow Vera Xavier, but she had only succeeded in turning herself into a complete laughingstock.
After finishing their chess game that afternoon, Isaac Shawcross and Brian Dixon took a casual stroll across campus and also saw Susan Caldwell running laps.
Brian Dixon recognized her from the freshman speech. He smiled at Isaac Shawcross and said, "I hear this one is also a student in your Veridian College of Liberal Arts."
Isaac Shawcross glanced at Susan Caldwell and said calmly, "I’ve heard about her. It seems she has quite the family background."
"Then that means the young lady’s heart is in the wrong place," Brian Dixon remarked. As a great historian, all that reading gave him a unique insight into people. "Hinting at her background the moment she steps into the university... at the end of the day, that’s just the work of a sly operator. She’s too clever for her own good."
Isaac Shawcross had his own view. "You can’t call that intelligence. True intelligence is about great wisdom. Hers is, at best, mere cunning. Who punished her? That person has good judgment."
He didn’t judge people by their talent or scholarship, but by their character. In his view, talent and knowledge could be acquired with enough time, but character was the very foundation of a person’s place in the world.
Brian Dixon chuckled. "Looks like your Veridian College of Liberal Arts is in for a lively year. I suppose she counts as one of your disciples now."
"A student," Isaac Shawcross corrected him. "Dixon, ’student’ and ’disciple’ are two entirely different things."