"Who is she?"
"We are also having older students like her?"
There were quiet murmurs in the classroom, the moment the woman who had just applauded walked in.
Madam Langdale walked with steady steps, her gaze fixated on Amabel, the little lass that her son was currently obsessed with.
The more she looked at her, the more Madam Langdale liked her.
A child who was filial to her elders was a good child in the eyes of someone like her.
She had eaten a lot of grains and saw much more than the people in this room. She had seen a lot of parents raising ungrateful wretches who wished for their deaths without a care in the world.
When they wanted something, they knew that they had parents, and yet when the parents fall sick or fall into some kind of demise, they would be the first ones to cast them away.
Nowadays, even between parents and children, without benefits, it was normal for them to break apart.
