The weather outside was gloomy, with a damp, cool breeze rushing in through the window. Just as Sheila Dewey was about to speak, Elizabeth Forster stopped her. Biting back the pain from her toes, she straightened her back and looked at Cherry Forster in the distance, her face calm, showing no signs of anything amiss. "Remember what you've done today," she said in a flat, emotionless voice. Her words, light as a feather, fell into everyone's ears, yet they carried a chill that seeped deep into their hearts. The air seemed to thicken, and the once noisy crowd fell silent."What's going on? Why are you all gathered here?" A gruff voice rose from the crowd as a middle-aged man, standing at the back, scolded them. The people around instinctively parted to make way for the newcomer, who turned out to be Rupert Forster. "Dad! They bullied me," Cherry Forster cried, rushing towards him, playing the victim. Her delicate voice, paired with her skilled acting, made anyone feel pity for her. The
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