After the experiment ended, I was preparing to return to the Hartling family. However, just as I stepped out of the school gate, a large group of reporters surrounded me.
I had no idea where such a large crowd had been hiding, but they swarmed upon me the moment I appeared.
"Look, Kylia is over there. Let's block her."
"Regarding this murder case, as a suspect, don't you have anything to say? Why haven't the police arrested you yet?"
"Why aren't you speaking? Is it because of the Hartling family's influence that you can still attend school normally? Kylia, please respond."
The reporters bombarded me with aggressive questions.
Amid the pushing and shoving, I felt a sharp pain as someone stepped hard on my foot, a burly man, no less.
It hurt so much. Instinctively, tears welled up
