The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1273

He clutched the hem of his shirt, his small body trembling slightly as he stood before his homeroom teacher’s desk. He kept his head down, not daring to look at the expression of helplessness on her face. This elite private academy was a place Harold had sent him to during his peak. Every inch of it reeked of the refinement that money could buy. But now, Harold was a prisoner, and with the Chapman family’s fall, everyone had scattered. He, the former “young master of the Chapman family,” had become someone to be avoided at all costs.

“Raffy, it’s not that I’m being cruel,” the teacher said softly, but her words felt like a dull knife sawing away at his heart. “You know this is a private school with very high tuition, and…” She paused, then decided to be blunt. “And we can’t get in touch with your guardian. The school has its rules. We simply can’t let you stay any longer.”

Raffy’s eyes instantly turned red. He bit his lower lip, fighting to keep the tears from falling, his little hands clenched so tightly his nails nearly broke the skin. He wanted to say, *My dad will come pay the tuition. My dad isn’t a bad person.* But the words caught in his throat, turning into a choked sob. He didn’t have a dad. No one was his dad. He knew Harold had been arrested and would never come to pick him up again.

The teacher sighed at his pitiful state. She pulled a small backpack from her drawer and handed it to him. “Here are your things. They’re all packed.” She added, “Go on home now. And… take care of yourself.”

Raffy took the backpack. It felt as light as a feather. “I’ll figure something out. Please, just give me one more day, ma’am.”

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