Xyla Quest peered at the silent adults around her and asked calmly, "Who hit my son?"

Meanwhile, her bodyguards had made their way to the office's entrance and stood neatly in a row. Their fully black attire was intimidating to the others, making them feel suffocated. The boy's father stammered. "I-it w-was me. I'm s-sorry, Ms. Quest. I was ignorant. I didn't know these two were your children. If I had known, I wouldn't have done it."

She ignored him. "Which hand did you hit him with?"

He took a deep breath. "M-my right h-hand."

Her frown deepened. "Got it. Someone will be here to claim your hand later."

He paled in fear at her words. Trembling like a leaf, he gazed at her pleadingly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Quest. I'm truly sorry."

Xyla scoffed. "If apologizing worked, then why do we need the police?"

He knew it was over for him.

He hastily went down on his knees as he peered at Xyla, Lynette Batton, and Leon Batton. "I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me!"

The twins merely glared at him in contempt before quickly looking away, unwilling to spare him another glance.

asked as her furious eyes

immediately approached her.

the one at fault. Why didn't you

investigating earlier. It's

nervously. "There must've been a

that she was making things

attempted to

didn't intend to stand idly by.

true. You've misunderstood

here because I thought this school had

standards are even worse than those

sort through

will all pay for what you

the urge to beat all the teachers up right there

said. On top of that, she also witnessed everything herself

teachers chose to side with the more powerful

at such tender age. She wasn't sure if they would be

childhood incidents for

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