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Chapter 60

“They really bullied me. Look at all my injuries Could they be fake? In the nurse’s office, a group of school leaders watched. Harriet sobbing, feeling intally clueless,

Not long ago, there had been a scandal involving an unethical teacher in Class 1, and now there was trouble again. They began to wonder if there was something wrong with the place itself.

Tve checked the surveillance and asked other students, and they all have alibis,” said Romilly. She was at her wit’s end. having tried everything but still coming up empty–handed.

Harriet, lying on the bed, got even more upset and shouted, “They’re just jealous of me, jealous that I was chosen because of my good grades. They all want me to get hurt so I can’t go to college

“Well, I don’t think that’s entirely true, Romilly began to defend the other students. Everyone had been genuinely happy for

Harriet at first.

But after being chosen. Harriet had gotten more and more arrogant. She stopped doing her homework, demanded priority for library resources, and even made several female classmates cry.

But Harriet was clearly someone the school prioritized a lot, so the administration kept promising a thorough investigati

Romilly thought for a moment and then suggested to everyone, “Why don’t we ask Quinlyn, a classmate of ours, to look into this? She’s helped the police solve quite a few cases and has a keen eye for details.”

“No way. I don’t want her help. Harriet jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, shrieking, “She’d love to see me in trouble. There’s no chance she’d take this seriously. No, in fact, she might be the one behind all this

“I must be right. The only person in class who would target me like that is Quinlyn.”

The more she spoke, the more certain she became. After all, the bullying had just ended, and she suddenly became the new target. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she knew the only person capable of doing all those things was Quinlyn.

But no one believed her, thinking she was letting her personal grudges lead to false accusations. The adults said a few words before leaving. Harriet refused Romilly’s suggestion to contact her parents and, with a determined face, said. “I can handle it myself.”

Romilly left, Harriet took out her phone and called Warren, crying and saying, “Warren, I got

Quinlyn. It has to be her. I’m gonna be bullied to death.” When she said that, her body didn’t hurt anymore except for a scraped knee. But

she thought and happily bent down to put on her shoes, but as soon as she slipped her foot in, she stepped on a

was pierced immediately, and blood soaked her white socks. Harriet cried out in pain,

down, doing something to her head. When the quilt was finally pulled away, Harriet only found the room was empty. She touched her hair, realizing

climbed out the window and left school, she casually tossed the scissors into a roadside trash can. When she reached the street

felt relieved like they’d been pardoned. After bowing

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click his tongue and chuckle How did you

her head calmly Is all alan

In Quinlyn’s world, there was no such thing as forgiveness, only expivales exchang That was her way of dealing with

they were the ones bullying you” Josephi immediately understood and glanced at the kids running like they were being chased by ghosts,

Mr. Ramirez’s training camp have trouble catching Quinlyn now sen if a hundred of those kids came,

and said with a smile, “Let’s go. My mom made Buffalo

as they wallond in the car. On the way back, she asked about

thought, he added. “But Stanley mentioned he’s

didn’t know much about family bonds, and what little she did understand didn’t

a camping trip right now, which means his phone is off–limits for a while. If you want

head to indicate she had no issues. Stanley was really confident last time. seeming eager to come first in the camping trip. She hoped he

Quinlyn went to school as usual, only to be stopped at the

bent slightly to look at her, his stance courteous yet assertive. “Quinlyn,

Sullivan, what brings you here? Do