"What?" Ruelle uttered, not because she didn't hear it. But because she was in shock. "But m—"
"Incomplete. What's the point of bringing water when it doesn't even touch the dying man's lips?" Ms. Gemma asked, looking straight into Ruelle's eyes. "Sexton prepares you for the world. You should have known when you and your family signed up to study here. To advance yourself."
But Ruelle had never wished or thought of attending here in the first place. And now she couldn't pull away from it.
"Maybe you will not fail the next time. If there's one, that is, hoping you pass in other subjects. You may leave now, Ms. Belmont," the older woman politely waved to the door, and Ruelle exited the room.
A chill ran down Ruelle's spine because there was a possibility of failing… as she had missed the questions in the stuck sheet of the questionnaire. The image of the Groundling tied in chains flashed through her eyes.
"Ruelle?" Hailey called, who had been waiting for her.
