Ysabella blinked, her expression clearing briefly.
"Whose… fault?"
Hazel's gaze bore down on her, like a silent judgment of a higher being.
"Yes. Whose fault? Do you think there would have been any chance to win this evaluation by doing something different from what we did?"
She stepped forward, her face inches away from Ysabella.
"If you were blind to it before, I hope you can see it now. Compared to the other classes, our Class-E is pathetically weak."
She paused, closing her eyes and taking a breath.
"If you don't have anything to contribute to the overall growth of the class, then you shouldn't complain."
Liam remained silent, his head slightly lowered.
Every one of Hazel's words was true, and they struck a chord in his heart.
Hazel glanced at him, then turned around.
"I'll be needing a break for myself. If you need anything, you can message me, but please don't call. Thank you."
Slipping her phone back into her pocket, she waved casually, and walked away.
