In sharp contrast to the rry and joyful atmosphere everywhere else, the air in class B was as gloomy as it could be.
It was no wonder, since unlike almost everyone else who only saw the positive part of the news where the trafficked children were rescued, the students in class B were of course more concerned about the news of their missing classmates.
Their first thoughts were of course full of disbelief and doubt.
"Is it really true?"
One of the boys nodded, it was impossible for them to just keep denying it when faced with facts. "It's true. Didn't they say the police were investigating the missing case of Don and Braxy when they arrived at that girl's house? That can't be a joke, right?"
The others all looked at each other, feeling intensely uncomfortable. The question in their mind was, of course… "So where are they right now?"
But obviously, none of them had an answer to that pressing question at all.
The boy who had taken the lead earlier shrugged. "Who knows? My dad works at the station, but even doesn't know anything about it."
There was a mont of stunned and oppressive silence among the students.
One of the boys finally couldn't help it. "Do you guys think it was HER doing?"
Of course they knew who he was talking about, who else could it be but that spoiled little princess? Although most of them already hated Emilia when she barged into their class to beat up their friends, they still subconsciously denied her going to such extre lengths.
But when so pointed it out and they thought about it, it started to make more and more sense.
"That… might actually be the case?"
"I an, who else could it be?"
"Right? And the police won't suspect her for no reason. The fact that they went to her ho despite her identity must an they have so pretty solid evidence against her."
The more they talked about it, the more it changed from a 'conjecture' to a 'fact' that Emilia had both Don and Braxy 'dealt with'.
A hatred that was many tis stronger than the one they had for her before began festering within the students. How can she do that to her fellow schoolmates, just because of so ego issue?!
"Why exactly is that bitch being touted as a hero right now?!"
"Because… money?"
"But what about that evidence?!"
"Evidence can go missing if you're rich enough, the case can be buried, and all that."
"That's depressing as fuck, man. So what about Don and Braxy? Are they getting tortured or sothing?"
The boy who had previously confird that his father worked at the station sighed sadly. "If they're not already dead, you an. My dad often says that finding people who go missing for more than a day without a call for ransom is generally a lost cause. At that point, they're just looking for a murderer."
Another wave of shock went through the students as they realized that their 'friends' might not just be missing and suffering, but actually dead. It was a horrifying, unbelievable thought.
"Holy shit, no way?!"
"T-That can't be true, right?"
"Even that pretentious bitch can't be that vicious?"
Seeing the disbelief on his classmate's faces, the boy shrugged helplessly. Unlike him, who had already heard about what the real world was like from his father, his classmates were still quite 'na?ve' and couldn't see the truth.
Unfortunately, this was a matter that had to be brought to light. He smiled grimly. "Why not? Killing us commoners is probably like cutting weeds to those elitists anyway. As long as that little princess went crying to her daddy about being bullied at school, isn't it just a small, insignificant matter? After all, as the richest man in the country, it's not wrong to say that he can cover the sky with one hand."
His words seed to rile up the students to a boiling point as they stomped their feet and slamd their tables in a rage.
"Shit, this is making my blood boil!"
"We can't let her get away with this, right? Don and Braxy were our classmates, if we don't speak up, who will?"
"She's right! Let's all go to a police station to file a complaint!"
The boy was suddenly startled. Although he had wanted to 'bring the truth to light', he never expected them to actually do anything about it.
If they went to a police station and made a commotion, wouldn't it be bad if his father got involved in this matter? If his father's job beca unstable because of his actions, that would be a disaster!
He gulped nervously, trying his best to keep his voice calm. "A-Are you fucking stupid? Going to the police station won't do jack shit! E-Even the two officers who were in the news for going to her house got publicly suspended, from what I heard."
'Thankfully', his classmates didn't seem to think his words were strange, and only focused on the matter at hand.
"What?!"
"She got them fired just for doing their jobs?!"
"Fuck, this tyrannical little rich brat is too much!"
As their anger simred to its peak, one of them kicked the table to the ground in a rage, instantly silencing the rest of the class. "Let's go to a news station! If we can get their attention and make this matter public, I don't believe she can keep getting away with it scot-free!"
His words seed to echo through their hearts, and the boy who had been worried about his father's job also chid in joyfully. "He's right! If she and her family didn't care about public opinion, why would they twist the truth around and make themselves into heroes by using a so-called child trafficking instead to cover this up?"
As long as they didn't make more trouble for him, it was fine to redirect their rage elsewhere! "It's probably their own trafficking racket, anyway. Is it any wonder they could 'rescue' those children so seamlessly?"
Since his father 'worked at the station', the students imdiately believed his 'insider info', and their eyes turned even redder in rage.
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