CHAPTER 42

Stella Romilly's pov,

Past.

I stood there while I listened to my mom’s scolding.

Telling me I messed everything up.

“I'm sorry to intervene but she was abused.”

My teacher stretched the last part ‘abused’ to hint to my mother that it was a problem. But my mother was far from listening to her.

“Go.”

She grabbed my hand.

“Go tell them you were lying.”

“That you hurt yourself.”

“Go tell them,” She was about to lead me to what I would presume was the police station when my teacher fully intervened.

“No. She isn't going anywhere,” she said sternly grabbing my other hand and pulling it back.

“Your child has been abused and the offender has been put behind bars. I don't know why you keep telling her to lie but I won't tolerate you traumatizing her any further.”

Flower blossomed in my heart and I felt full. I had never experienced this kind of love from my teacher.

Was this what they called motherly love?

It was nice.

My mother turned towards my teacher and stared at her deep into her s