CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
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“We were... scared. Of him.”
I blinked, the weight of their words sinking in. They had been afraid of McHael, afraid enough to let ME go in there alone.
My stomach twisted, and a flicker of irritation rose inside me. They hadn’t said anything—they had just let me walk into that room, face him by myself, while they waited at the stairs, too scared to follow.
"Luhh, napa English na si Ate Love..."
“Seriously?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “You just let me go in there alone because you were scared of him?”
Ninya crossed her arms defensively, her gaze flicking between me and the door. “Hindi naman sa ganun, Minutes. Hindi mo kasi kilala si Sir McHael. Kakaiba siya. Madali siyang magalit, at kapag nagalit siya, wala na ni Isa sa amin ang makakal
