Madelyn knelt on the cold white ceramic title as the floor glimmered. Her gaze lowered, fixating on the reflection staring back at her. She gently stroked her hand over the scratching scar on her face, feeling a tingling sting.

The study was awash with the smell of sandalwood and her nose felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps and she immediately knelt straight up and clutched her clothes tightly. She knew what was coming for her next.

Soon, the door was opened as Hayson walked in with Zach and Jadie following behind.

"Do you know what you've done wrong today?" Hayson asked.

Madelyn lowered her head as Zach's silhouette enveloped her by the corner of the gaze. The atmosphere in the study was oppressive and made her breathless.

She said meekly. "I shouldn't quarrel with my classmates."

Hayson took the cane down from the wall and walked toward Madelyn as he faced the cane toward her.

Madelyn was trembling in fear and as she heard