Chapter 294

Back when she started training under her master, Tom White was no match for her anymore. Clara Bennett had been waiting for payback. Every time she saw Tom in the village, she gave him a beating. It got to the point where she’d even block his way to school just to mess with him. And she was smart about it too—never left any visible bruises. Just the kind of pain you could feel, but couldn’t prove. Whenever Tom went home and cried to his mom, she’d take one look, see no injuries, and assume he was making it up. He’d end up getting scolded on top of everything else. So yeah, his childhood? Straight-up traumatic thanks to Clara. For him to show up now, leading some thugs to stir trouble, acting like he wasn’t still afraid of her—there had to be something shady behind that. No way he’d be bold enough on his own. Someone was clearly pulling the strings. And trying to sneak this past Clara? Please. Amateur hour. "I'll talk! I’ll talk, Clara—please don't hit me again!" Tom sobbed, snot and te