Ileana had shed every trace of her sweet, obedient schoolgirl self. Now, she looked downright vicious–voice shrill, eyes cold and menacing. She raked a hand through her hair in frustration, then lashed out, kicking Mae without warning.

Mae nearly collapsed to her knees but just managed to steady herself, too scared to utter a word. She hurriedly grabbed Ileana’s backpack, then pulled out the prepared slippers, placing them in front of her while kneeling.

“Can’t you see what needs to be done?” Ileana shot Mae a glare, growing more irritable the longer she looked at her. She raised a hand, about to shove the girl again, when footsteps echoed down the hall.

Instantly, the color drained from Ileana’s face. Her pupils contracted, and she jerked her hand behind her back, trembling slightly, the picture of anxiety.

“Dad.” Ileana swallowed hard, not daring to meet Scott’s eyes.

“Mae, bring some tea to the study.”

“Yes, sir.” Mae hung the backpack on a nearby rack and hurried off to the kitchen.

“Come here.” Scott didn’t specify whom he meant, only glanced coolly in Ileana’s direction.

the hatred in her

mask her emotions.

closed behind them, Ileana stood before

the high–backed chair. The silence between them was thick and stifling; neither

was young, and the oppressive quiet quickly became unbearable. She broke the silence first, her

tentative.

thud–tap, tap, tap–seemed to strike Ileana’s heart with each beat. Her hands began to shake, eyes darting nervously, and a moment later, tears slipped silently down onto the

I just today was so hard, and I’m so angry,” she

unmoved, his expression unreadable. Ileana could only

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targeting me. She even got the other students to freeze me out. I don’t know what I did to deserve it. Maybe it’s because of my adoptive family. Dad, maybe we should bring her home,

with a

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