Cristelle was stunned and lost for words. She took a step back.

Mrs. Weston sighed, “Mrs. Donny, could you please compose yourself a bit? This is the school infirmary. There are others...”

Dana snapped, “Why should I compose myself? Don’t you think you didn’t do your job as the Dean of the school? How could you neglect something as serious as this? Or do you just let some powerful people do whatever they want on purpose?”

Cristelle knew what she was trying to emphasize. Dana was ...