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.

their mother asked as her furious

teachers immediately approached her. "Me,"

man's the one at fault. Why

earlier. It's not exactly like we didn't care." "Oh, is that

principal started laughing nervously. "There must've been

was making things up

attempted to

didn't intend

true. You've misunderstood

not. I sent my children here because I thought this school had the best standards, did

even worse than those other kindergartens if

come to sort through their withdrawal

for what you did. My children won't get bullied

she spoke, resisting the urge to beat all the teachers up right

On top of

teachers chose to side with the

children already had to experience these things at such tender age. She wasn't sure if they would be traumatized

childhood incidents for

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