So many questions surfaced in their minds. Everyone wanted to grab Nia Mitchell and ask her to clarify everything.
Huh? You're asking why they didn't grab Maxwell Peary to ask these questions?
HEH!
Simply put, they didn't dare.
Maxwell Peary frowned, looking up towards Charles Northwood.
"Hasn't this been sorted out yet?"
Maxwell Peary reached out and took Nia Mitchell's small hand. It was cool to the touch, making him instinctively want to warm it.
"Yes, the Principal wants to expel not only me but also Fiona Sutton and Charles Northwood."
Nia Mitchell pouted. As she spoke, she was absolutely fuming.
"Uncle... the car has been scratched."
She bit her lip. What needed to be said had to be said eventually.
Maxwell Peary led her to the car. Looking at its horrendous state, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Was this the work of bandits raiding a village?
He couldn't imagine what could have possibly happened to get the car scratched up like this.
