"Looks like the students are having a misunderstanding about what bullying truly entails," Mr. Wyatt stated, his tone steady as he sought to clear the tension in the room.
"This isn't an issue that is insurmountable. If it weren't for Miss Coco, who called for this gathering today, please accept our sincere apologies, Mrs. Russell." He turned his gaze towards the woman, whose previously volatile anger seemed to dissipate, only to rear its ugly head once more at the sight of her daughter lying vulnerably on the bed, a fragile figure overshadowed by the weight of the situation.
"I don't care about your apologies," Mrs. Russell snapped, her voice laced with icy resolve. "This misunderstanding has inflicted damage on Coco, and I cannot just let you walk away unscathed." Her eyes fixed sternly on Mr. Wyatt, then transformed into daggers aimed at him. "The child remains expelled, and you... you've stripped away everything that makes you a teacher."
