The class was already coming to an end. After a brief moment, Kaiser stood up and left the room without even glancing in Dyana's direction, as if she didn't exist. The mature woman in her thirties remained motionless near her lectern, deep confusion knotting her thoughts.
'Shouldn't I be pleased that he showed no reaction? If he had reacted, it could have alerted Isabelle or Kris?' she told herself.
"No, I should confront him. What happened with Kris was unacceptable. Kaiser let his feelings, or his anger, take over and used his strength without any restraint against my son."
'The immaturity of his action disgusts me. Even with the most effective healing potions, Kris still complained of persistent soreness.'
...
Meanwhile, Kaiser walked with determined steps toward the director's office. He knocked two sharp knocks on the massive oak door.
"Enter."
