Chapter 41

Sibel POV

I'm so frustrated, I thought, witnessing the instructor's blatant discrimination.

I faced him, our eyes locked in a fierce stare. He was angry because I had stopped him from hitting Charles earlier.

"How dare you?" I demanded. "What makes you think you can discriminate like this?"

The instructor's anger simmered, his face red with rage.

"You interfered with my authority," he snarled.

"I blocked you from slapping a child," I corrected. "That's not authority; that's abuse."

My anger boiled over.

"Let me ask you something, instructor," I said, my voice firm. "Do you even know the difference between right and wrong? Or have you lost all sense of morality?"

The instructor's face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Answer me!" I demanded, my anger palpable.

"I want to know," I pressed on, questioning the instructor's moral compass. "How can you not distinguish between right and wrong?" I asked, outrage burning within me.

The instructor's face twisted in anger.