Chapter 682:
Tears streamed down Elma’s cheeks, having already gathered in her eyes. She raised her hand against Keely, though her young age meant her blows were weak. “Just get out of here! Fetch Betty! I want her, not you.”
Growing impatient, Keely glanced around to ensure no one was watching before shoving Elma forcefully.
Elma, already upset, tumbled to the floor, her sobs intensifying. Keely, smoothing her clothes with deliberate calmness, spoke sharply. “Let’s get one thing straight. I’ve been Ms. Morgan’s right hand since her childhood. I know her better than anyone. From this point on, you will follow my commands as if they were hers. She has given me explicit permission to discipline you should you step out of line, and I won’t face any consequences for it. Keep crying, and it will only get worse for you.”
Elma, now thoroughly frightened, wept even more profusely.
As Keely raised her hand, ready to strike, a firm voice halted her. “Stop!”
Calvin appeared suddenly, positioning himself between Keely and Elma as a shield.
Taken aback, Keely stuttered, “Who… Who are you? What do you want?”
“I’m a student here, obviously. I’m here to stop you. Aren’t you aware of the school rules? Physical punishment is strictly prohibited. Cross that line, and I’ll make sure security escorts you out.”noveldrama
Though furious, Keely restrained herself, fully aware of the setting within the school where many students came from powerful or influential backgrounds.
Keely realized that crossing someone with influential ties was playing with fire.
She shot Elma a fierce glare and stormed out, seething with anger.
Once Keely was gone, Calvin gently helped Elma to her feet. Her tears had stopped, and although a flicker of gratitude appeared in her eyes as she looked at Calvin, she said nothing in appreciation.
Understanding her stubborn nature, Calvin offered comfort. “I understand that being here makes you long for your parents. But the week will fly by. My sister and I are also students here. If you ever feel lonely, we’re here to keep you company.”
Elma, dabbing her eyes, muttered defiantly, “I don’t need your help.”
Unperturbed, Calvin guided her to a nearby chair and sat beside her with a serious expression. “I know you’re strong-willed and stubborn. But if you find yourself in a similar situation again, don’t confront it head-on. It’s tough for young people to challenge adults directly. You should seek help from someone you trust.”
“Seek help from someone I trust?” Elma echoed, her voice laced with confusion. “Who’s there to protect me?”
Calvin listed a few options. “You could approach a teacher, confide in friends, and if all else fails, your parents are always there, especially your mom. She’d be most concerned.”
At the mention of her mother, a sharp ache struck Elma’s heart, igniting her anger. In a fit of rage, she swept items from the table. “Stop pretending you care!”
Calvin exhaled slowly, foreseeing a tumultuous stay for Elma, given her fiery temper. He resolved to keep a closer watch over her. He remained calm and observed silently as Elma unleashed her fury.
After Elma regained her composure, she approached Calvin, guilt in her demeanor. “Why aren’t you upset with me? Why don’t you tell me off?”
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