Chapter 580 The Found Formation

• Gabby began to cry and hid his face in his fists. His past came flooding back. In a desperate attempt to protect him from the armed men who stormed into the room, his mother pushed him inside the closet. There was blood all over, and the battle had ripped her garments. His father, a reporter, was dead on the ground, his spectacles shattered. The study was disorganized. The principal eventually located him and carried him out of the closet. He recalled the sound of his mother's cries coming from behind him. Gabby turned pale as he murmured, “Mom, no! No! Leo quickly covered Gabby’s mouth. “Master, something’s wrong with him.”
• Wynter touched Gabby to silence her. “Take me to the detention room to find Lily if you have any humanity left,” she added, her face darkening. In agony, Gabby bit his lip and then nodded. Wynter followed closely. Her distrust was evident. No children wanted to go to the detention room. The principal had made it clear that only those who made mistakes would end up there. Most people stayed away from the detention room. Thus, Wynter and the others did not encounter any guards on their way there. Nearing the detention room, the tokens on Wynter’s ankle started to vibrate violently. This signified that the suppressed resentment had reached a boiling point. Feeling uneasy, Leo called out to Wynter, “Master.”
• Following his eyes, Wynter saw a Foplyanese instructor pulling a pupil. The three of them hid in the shadows. and observed. The girl was insulted by the scowling Foplyanese instructor. "You pitiful idiot! You are a jerk at the bottom of the social scale. You cannot be fixed by any amount of instruction. "Get in there," he hissed, pushing the girl forward with a hard shove. You shall starve tomorrow.” The Foplyanese teacher’s demeanor changed drastically as soon as he entered the classroom. The unsettling encounter occurred before they reached the detention room; Wynter glanced at the bewildered young boy, who seemed eager to explain that the teacher, Meg Troff, wasn’t usually so harsh.