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!

of James, throwing punches rapidly, each

on, and the classroom was in chaos

taken quite a beating, his face

beating him, she dismounted, kicked him hard,

him fiercely, "Do you dare to do

gangster on the streets,

"Pft!"

and hurried over, trying to separate the

mess, and her little dress

head proudly and waved her hand. "Ms. Squire, don't worry!

would go unrewarded and the teacher would scold her! Just

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

the otherwise silent classroom, a meek voice

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