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.

mother asked as her furious

teachers immediately approached her. "Me,"

the one at fault. Why didn't you step

what happened. We were still investigating earlier. It's not exactly like

principal started laughing nervously. "There must've been a

knowing very well that she was making things up

the teachers attempted to appease

we didn't intend

true. You've

see for myself whether there's a misunderstanding or not. I sent my children here because I thought this school had the best standards, did you know

wrong. Your standards are even worse

sort through their

you did. My children won't get bullied for

the more she spoke, resisting the urge

full story from what the nanny said. On top of

teachers chose to side with the

already had to experience these things at such tender age.

childhood incidents for

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