Chapter 5

The closet was stuffed full of garbage.

I looked at them, but they only rolled their eyes at me.

Then a bucket of cold water was poured over my head.

The bucket was slammed onto my head, and they rushed forward to attack me.

"That's what you get for being that old hag's daughter! Serves you right!"

So it turned out that all the students my mother adored actually hated her.

I found it laughable. My mother treated them like her own daughters, and in the end...

They were mostly privileged girls who had never truly suffered.

Except for me, who had fought to survive since childhood, like a wild child.

They were no match for me at all.

I straddled them and fought back.

But I was caught by the dorm supervisor.

My mother rushed over.

As soon as she arrived, she slapped me.

"Who gave you permission to touch my students?"

The girls, with messy hair and pitiful faces, huddled behind my mother.

"Miss Anderson, we were just trying to help Quincy unpack. We didn't expect her to sudde