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?”

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