Chap-131*Wrong Turn.*

Cynthia Dion: "Cynthia! Calm down," Mr. Holt intervened, positioning himself between us to defuse the situation. She was shaking from our encounter, and Mr. Holt was restraining me and keeping me away from her. "What the heck!" I heard Atticus approaching his sister to comfort her, hugging her tightly to his chest. His eyes displayed a level of anger I had never seen before as he glared at me. "How dare you even lay a hand on my sister?" The moment he pointed his finger in my face and said that, something inside me snapped. "And your sister is free to treat me poorly whenever she pleases? After wishing me misery, she poured the liquid on my face. She can abuse me, but I can't defend myself?" I yelled right back at him. I didn't hold back, feeling a surge of power as I stared directly into his eyes. He appeared taken aback. "Enough!" Mr. Holt said, gripping my arm and attempting to calm me down. "She's unwell now and doesn't understand what she's doing." "No, not me. I'm just saying she