"Whose knife?"
As she approached Flossie Wright, Belinda Nichols's icy gaze swept over her, her voice remaining bone-chillingly cold.
"Mine."
Gathering her courage, Devina Millet refused to shrink back like a scared turtle and bravely stepped forward.
It was an accident.
Flossie wasn't injured.
There's no way the two of them could do anything to her.
"Personal belongings should have been turned in." Belinda Nichols said coldly as she took two steps forward.
With a gesture of her hand, the military knife clattered to the floor in front of Devina Millet.
"You can keep a few clothes, I stumbled upon it unintentionally."
Pressing her lips together, Devina Millet didn't hide the truth and spoke honestly.
She had no other excuse to cover up this matter.
The argument with Chloe Bell had erupted over this very military knife. When Chloe Bell found the knife in the pile of her clothes and wanted to report it to the Instructor, Devina Millet had argued with her.
"I understand."
