"By the way, Mughal found the teacher who framed you. What do you think he should do?"
"What?"
The spoon in her hand fell and the soup spilt out of the bowl. She looked at him in a daze.
James hurriedly grabbed a tissue and came over to wipe the soup off the table. Then he said,
"Your teacher is locked up. It's up to you to decide whether to send him to the police station or to punish him privately."
"I want to call the police, I want him to be punished by the law, I want... I want the principal to reassess this matter, I want... I want..."
Emmy cried before he could finish shouting.
So many grievances, so many injuries, so many humiliations, so many mistrust and betrayal.
James looked at Emmy, who was crying at the dining table, and his heart ached.
He expected her to be excited when he heard the news, but he didn't expect her to be so excited.