Chapter 563


    The teacher yanked a nk sheet of paper from the desk and mmed it down with a huff, scolding Anna in a loud voice.


    "Grace! How many times have | told you about the importance of unity and camaraderie here at school? But look at you! What


    on earth have you done? Have you been a team yer? Oh no, you think because your grades are sky-high, you can just strut


    around like you own the ce? Let me tell you, youngdy, you''re not leaving this room until you''ve written me a heartfelt


    reflection on your actions!


    "Cindy? Do you think you can just tangle with her? Her family could buy and sell this school a dozen times over! You better write


    up that apology and deliver it to her first thing tomorrow!"


    Anna was on the verge of tears, her eyes welling up as she faced the teacher''s towering indignation. "| didn’t start the fight—it


    was Cindy who hit me first. Why doesn''t she have to write anything?"


    The teacher red fiercely at Anna. "Was that backtalk? | don’t want to hear your excuses! When | got there, you were the one


    standing on Cindy''s face. What do you have to say to that?!"


    "So | was supposed to just stand there and let her hit me?" Anna retorted, defiant and unyielding.


    "Oh, talking back to your teacher now, are we?" The teacher was livid, banging on the desk. "I''ll have none of it, Grace! You''re


    going to write me a reflection that really digs deep, or you can kiss goodbye to ever seeing your home again!"


    With those final words, the teacher stormed out and locked the office door from the outside.


    Anna stared at the white paper before her, feeling utterly wronged. She knew Cindy''s family was loaded, with someone on the


    school board, no less. Anna had hoped for a fair shake from her teacher, but the tant favoritism for Cindy was a cold ssh of


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    So much for the nurturing gardener of young minds!


    As time ticked away and the sky darkened, Anna shivered uncontrobly in her drenched clothes, pondering her next move. With


    her resolve finally broken by the cold, she begrudgingly penned a confession, though her respect for her teacher had


    plummeted. She had once believed teaching to be the most sacred of roles, only to find it tarnished by bias and favoritism.


    Meanwhile, Johanson, worried by his sister''s absence, made his way to the schoo! to find it practically deserted. He headed


    straight for the office, where he overheard Anna''s teacher groveling on the phone, "Yes, yes, of course, she''ll be properly


    disciplined. No worries at all."


    Once the call ended, Johanson approached. "Hi, I''m Grace''s brother Johanson. She hasn''te home yet, so | came to check


    up on her."


    The teacher, still smarting from a dressing-down by the school board member, was in no mood for niceties. "Oh, you''re Grace''s


    brother, are you? Perfect timing. | was just saying she needed a parent toe in. Do you even discipline her? Fighting with a


    ssmate is no behavior for a youngdy."


    Johanson''s heart skipped a beat. "Fighting? Is Grace hurt?"


    The teacher''s response dripped with disdain. "Is that your concern? She fought with her ssmate, and you''re worried about


    her?"


    Johanson was uninterested in the teacher''s ramblings and demanded, "Where is my sister?"


    The teacher, cowed by Johanson''s stern demeanor, pointed to the office. "In there, writing a reflection letter. Such ack of


    manners she has, attacking her peer."


    Johanson barged in to find Anna asleep on the desk. Gently, he woke her. "Grace, Grace, are you okay?"


    Anna lifted her head, her smile weak. "Hey, bro. My head''s killing me."


    Upon feeling her forehead, Johanson realized she was burning up. "You have a fever!" He scooped her up, noticing her damp


    clothes. "Why are you all wet, Grace?"


    The teacher came in, still irate. "All because she fought with a ssmate. Did she finish that reflection?"


    Anna pointed feebly to the desk. "It''s there. But | didn''t start it. Cindy threw water on me."


    The teacher was about to chastise


    Anna further but was cut off by


    , , an


    Johanson''s s pyetek? Efcugh! If


    apyinag happens to my sister, | will


    hold you ountable!” With that, he


    carried Anna out and rushed to the


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    Anna was diagnosed with a fever from being in wet clothes for too long. The doctor prescribed fever reducers and urged


    Johanson to keep her hydrated.


    Back home, Johanson applied a cool fever patch to Anna''s forehead and helped her sip some warm water. "Grace, here, drink


    this."


    Anna''s fever was stubbornly


    lingering, and although she managed


    to sip some water in her groggy


    state, her mind was sti \racitgWi


    the schooWard Sour le she''d had with


    Cindy. She dreaded the thought of


    Johanson being upset with her.


    Rushing to clear her name, she


    exined, “Johanson, bro, you gotta


    believe me, it was totally her who


    sshed me first. | only fought back


    after that." Please read the original


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    "Sure, | believe you, Grace," Johanson reassured her as he gently tucked her back into bed, making sure she was snug under


    the covers.


    "Just remember, as long as you


    stood up for yourself, that''s what


    counts. Dont ahything


    AW 194 yet your back. Now, try to


    get some sleep. You''ll feel better


    when you wake up.’ Please read the


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    With little energy to do anything else, Anna nodded weakly and drifted back into a deep sleep.