Maisie could only offer a few words of comfort. She had tried calling James' mother, but the calls would go unanswered, or the mother would dismiss it as kids' play and not a big deal.

But when she tried to speak more this time, the mother said curtly, "Ms. Squire, do you need more money? It's fine. If money can solve the problem, my future husband will help!"

"Ma'am—"

Before Maisie could finish her sentence, the call abruptly ended. She sighed weakly, glanced at her halfeaten sandwich, took a few quick bites, and rushed off to work.

However, one problem led to another. -

On this day, a teacher ran up to Maisie before she even entered the classroom. "Ms. Squire, two kids from your class are fighting!"

Maisie's heart leaped into her throat, and she was sure it was James causing trouble again.

When she rushed over to see, it wasn't James bullying someone—it was Persephone!

James, throwing punches rapidly, each one

on, and the classroom was in chaos with the

a beating, his face swollen and

she dismounted, kicked him hard,

dare to do that again, you

gangster on the streets, you were probably still nursing from

"Pft!"

hurried over, trying to

mess, and

when she saw Maisie approaching, she raised her head proudly and waved her hand. "Ms.

expected that her act of justice would go unrewarded and the teacher would scold her! Just a moment ago, she had been the heroine, and now she was somehow

forced herself not to cry. Her Grandpa Nicholas had told her not to

otherwise silent classroom, a meek voice

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