Her current activity was interrupted when she felt the flat object in the patient's pocket vibrate. Her eyes looked at her students once more until she finally walked over. Her brows knitted together when she saw the name of the caller.
The woman cleared her throat for a moment. And when she received the call, a smile instantly spread across her lips.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster! What is your business in contacting me?"
Not only the woman who was focused on listening to her interlocutor on the phone, the students of XII-1 were wrongly focused because of the sudden friendliness of their homeroom teacher.
"Okay, I will solve the problem."
Still with the same smile, Mrs. Sisil finally hung up.
"Okay, you're welcome, sir."
When Mrs. Sisil turned around, the students who had been staring at her intensely immediately pretended to continue their respective tasks as if they had never overheard her. Of course, the homeroom teacher knew this, but she chose to remain silent.
Mrs. Sisil tapped her palm twice. "Stop for a moment students, I have some news for you all."
"Callista is currently sick and lying in the hospital, she can't join the drama performance and play her character. For those who want to nominate themselves as the character that Callista will not be playing, come here, gather near Mrs. Sisil."
After the long announcement, the class immediately became very noisy. They didn't like the change when the play was just around the corner. They called Callista an irresponsible girl. She should have taken good care of her body to avoid getting sick before the play.
"I knew it, a girl like her is not suitable to play the lead."
"That fake smile she gave us was just an attempt to cover up her real face."
"She's very irresponsible. If it was an accidental illness, it's only natural since it was an unforeseeable incident. But with the excuse of a natural illness? Wow, I'm left speechless."
"I already thought that this would happen. I refused to play the lead since the other day."
"Well, we don't know what's really in that girl's heart. A beautiful fruit with leaves that are indeed withered or a completely rotten fruit."
Chennie, Aric, and Brian were still on the spot. The insults that the people around them had hurled at their best friend had never reached their ears. They were now thinking of the moment when they took Callista out yesterday, even though they knew clearly that the girl had just recovered.
"Illis is sick? How bad?" thought Aric.
Brake!
"Shut up all of you who dare to insult my best friend in front of me right now! You don't know that most of the script was completed by Illis! Not the actual drafting team!" Rheana's announcement caused the class to fall silent. The members of the drafting team immediately cleared their throats in embarrassment.
"And the costumes you'll be wearing on stage, those are all Illis' choices! Don't even think that Illis fell ill intentionally! Her body is only susceptible to diseases because a few days ago after the incident where she fainted in class, she just recovered and volunteered to help, all for our class!"
Rheana's lengthy explanation silenced all the lips in class XII-1 without exception. Rheana circulated her gaze to look at her classmates one by one. Callista had played an active role in the preparation of the drama performance. But look at those who have been helped by Callista, they are showing their fangs!
Rheana glanced at the women who were currently surrounding Mrs. Sisil. Look at them vying for the position that Callista easily obtained.
Chennie, Brian, and Aric stared at Rheana's face as she held back her emotions. Those who did not know Rheana well would not realize that the girl was holding everything back. Rheana's palms were clenched so tightly that the muscles of her hands were visible.
"Please, don't lose your temper, Rhen," Chennie thought. Rheana would lose the tolerance between herself and Mrs. Sisil if she vented her anger right now.
The sound of creaking desks distracted the students of XII-1. They all stared at Chennie who was getting up and walking towards where Mrs. Sisil was.
"I will take Callista's place, teacher."
***
Her eyes looked out from behind the window. She crossed her arms in front of her chest to reduce the chill that was creeping up her body. Staring at the people who passed by with a smile or without a smile. Under the sky, it revealed several kinds of graduating colors since the sun slowly withdrew its presence from the earth.
"Do you need anything else?"
Callista turned her wheelchair around. She looked at Kenward who was busy adjusting the buttons of his shirt. She shook her head in response. After all, everything she needed was available at Kenward's mansion.
Kenward nodded in understanding. He walked over and took over the back of Callista's wheelchair. He pushed her gently towards the door of the room where Callista was being treated.
Callista looked at Kenward's two subordinates who were bending over her back. She didn't feel frightened anymore seeing the man with the burly body. It seemed like she was getting used to it.
"Everything is ready, boss," reported the man in the black tuxedo.
Kenward continued on his way as he pushed Callista's wheelchair. Today was Callista's discharge day from the hospital. Of course, that could not be done by other patients. No patient who had just finished surgery was taken home the next day. But Callista was certainly a rare case.
By pulling out all the stops and convincing the hospital owner, Kenward finally won the argument and was able to bring Callista home. Of course, the biggest factor in getting permission was that he had three professional doctors as his physicians. And the reason Kenward did that was of course because he didn't want to leave Callista in a public hospital while he was at work. It would be better if she was at his mansion.
The scraping sound of the spinning wheels accompanied the whispers of the people they passed. In every hallway, some people were stunned by the beauty they were currently witnessing. They were like seeing Greek gods and goddesses descending from the sky. The perfect sculptures on their faces were worth talking about. In a positive way, of course.
Callista raised her head briefly. Kenward's facial expression did not change in the slightest despite the many women they passed by blatantly trying to steal his attention. But look at this wall man. He did not respond at all.
Callista shrugged her shoulders. Well, it was better for her to share a room with a man who had no interest in women. It would be very dangerous for her if that man not only killed people but also played with many women's hearts.
Still in the same position, Kenward, Callista, and the two bodyguards behind him walked out of the elevator. That pair of beautiful eyes stared at the other elevator that was being used for the public. Many were queuing to use the elevator.
"This is the joy of power," Callista thought to herself. They didn't have to wait in line because they had access to a special elevator.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable? A lot of people are worshiping your face," Callista asked, unable to contain her curiosity. The closer they got to the main door, the more people whispered about them.
"No, I don't. I'm used to it. And they deserve to wash their eyes with beauty."
Somehow Kenward's words sounded annoying to Callista's ears. Beauty? So he was calling himself a beauty without seeing how much blood had been shed with those hands? Kenward was too confident in his appearance.
"You don't think that there aren't many handsome men out there, do you?"
Kenward stopped his steps. He picked up his girl's light body and placed it carefully on the passenger seat. Kenward bent his back slightly. His hands rested on the edge of the car door.
"You just realized that you're around a handsome man?"
Callista froze at the smirk Kenward made. That face was very close to hers. No, that was not the main focus. She felt that the smirk was not scary, but instead looked cool.