Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Tom watched Maisie, standing tall with one arm crossed and the other in her pocket, unbothered by her actions. She looked at Beety and the others. a smug, disdainful expression. Just looking at her made Tom’s head ache.
“Stand properly, Maisie,” Tom said sharply.
“Seriously, Mr. Hardy? You’re even nitpicking how I stand now?” Maisie said. Tom’s brows furrowed deeply, his stern gaze cutting through her attitués, With a reluctant huff, Maisie dropped her arms and pulled her hand out of her pocket.
“And you, young lady,” Tom’s gaze shifted to Zinnia, who stood there looking small and pitiful. His tone softened unconsciously as he continued, “If there’s a conflict, we can talk it out properly. Why let things escalate to violence so quickly?”
Zinnia’s face was covered in dirt, probably from brushing against some dust. Her messy bun hung loosely, with strands of hair falling across her forehead, looking pitiful. Tom thought, ‘She seemed so well–behaved, yet how did she end up slapping someone so suddenty?‘
“Sorry, Mr. Hardy.” Zinnia nodded obediently, her voice soft and compliant.
Seeing her being so cooperative, Tom’s stern expression softened a bit. In contrast to the two girls who were clearly reveling in their victory, Betty and
Anne looked wretched on the other side.
Zinnia’s slap landed with great force, as her pent–up frustration spilled over. Betty had spent her time at the Shaw residence trying to frame Zinnia for everything, and now she was targeting Zinnia’s friends. Old grudges and fresh anger merged, making this a personal matter.
Betty’s hair was a mess, and she had been crying, her eyes red and glaring at them with fury. It was as if she wanted to tear them apart. She locked like trouble, and it was clear she’d stir up more conflict.
Tom looked at Betty and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
Tom thought, ‘Betty Shaw, usually well–mannered, revealed her true nature when trouble arose.‘ He couldn’t hide his displeasure. Here they were, already in trouble, yet she was still throwing a tantrum, acting as if everyone owed her something.
Anne wasn’t in much better condition. There were several scratches on her face, and her hair was messy. Nevertheless, she still spoke softly, attempting
to comfort Betty.
“Mr. Hardy, sorry for the trouble, but I trust my students. They wouldn’t start a fight for no reason.” William’s voice rang out before he even stepped into
the room.
He rushed into the office, explaining that he had been resting in the dorm when he received the call. His students had gotten into a fight with students from Class 2, and he had dashed over without even finishing his meal.
On the way, he met some of his students who had been sent back to the classroom. After hearing their side of the story, he clearly realized that students from Class 2 were wrong. William couldn’t help but feel protective of his students.
“Mr. Baker, I know the kids are all good. But it’s senior year, a critical time. Fighting at school–this kind of immature behavior–is something we should try to avoid,” Tom said, his tone calm but firm.
William’s words were smooth and reassuring, and they seemed to put Tom at ease.
“You two okay?” William asked as he stepped into the office, his concern evident as he looked at the girls.
“It’s fine, Mr. Baker. Everything’s good,” Maisie said, flipping her hair with a carefree smile.
“Yeah, don’t worry, Mr. Baker,” Zinnia echoed, shaking her head lightly.
Suddenly, a woman said, “Mr. Hardy, you’ve got to help us out here. It was just a little argument; how did it escalate to this? Students from Class 19 are way out of line.”
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