Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 116

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Chapter 116 Breaking In, Searching. Missing

Chapter 116 Breaking In, Searching, Missing

What Whitney saw was a total mess.

The courtyard, which used to be spotless thanks to Marcus, never a speck of dust, was now choked with weeds and scattered with dead branches and leaves everywhere.

Even the wooden gate, carved by Julian, was wrapped in thick vines.

Clearly, nobody had been here for ages.

Whitney thought, ‘Mentor and fellow students… They’re gone!

‘How could they not be here?

‘This is their home!‘

Whitney set down her bundles and bags, then hurried over to the wooden gate, her eyes darting around the courtyard. The wooden house facing the gate had a door that looked like it had seen better days, barely hanging on, wobbling as it it might crash to the ground any second.

Peering through the doorway, Whitney saw that the inside was thick with dust and tangled cobwebs, everything strewn about in utter chaos.

The rest of the rooms were no different.

Doors hung at odd angles, the rooms were trashed, and the layers of dust and webs made it painfully clear nobody had lived here for a very long time.

The most important thing was the chaos and devastation felt like the place had been completely looted, stripped bare by

someone.

It was obvious that her mentor and fellow students hadn’t left under normal circumstances.

This mess definitely wasn’t made by her mentor and fellow students searching for something.

Someone had broken in, obviously searching for something specific in this place.

Whitney had no clue what they were looking for, but she knew for sure her mentor and fellow students hadn’t left under normal circumstances.

Whitney’s face grew tense. She pushed open the vine–covered wooden gate and hurried inside.

Her feet stepped onto the littered ground.

The dead branches and leaves crackled beneath her weight.

The sound added a strange, haunting note to the quiet of the place.

Whitney darted through each of the wooden cabins, her heart pounding as she searched every corner.

Right in front was their main hall, a complete wreck. The wooden furniture her fellow students had painstakingly crafted

was now nothing but splintered remains, lying broken all over the floor.

The herbs and medicinal ingredients that once lined the counter had dried up into shriveled, useless weeds.

All sorts of odd, valuable stuff were scattered everywhere, tossed aside like they meant nothing.

The other cabins belonged to her mentor, the four fellow students, and herself.

Stepping into the main hall, Whitney found that the place was a mess.

All their clothes and daily necessities were still there.

Many valuable items were still there.

Even the rare herbs and medicines were still there.

That meant whoever broke in wasn’t here to rob the place.

There was no way her mentor and the four fellow students would abandon the home they’d lived in for over ten years, not like this.

Whitney’s face was icy, her fists clenched tight, and her eyes flashed with a dangerous, crimson light.

This place was their family’s safe haven.

Ordinary people couldn’t set foot in this place.

She thought, ‘Who could have broken into this place?

Chapter 116 Breaking In, Searching, Missing

What was that person’s purpose then?

When did mentor and fellow students leave?

‘How did they get out?

‘Are they still safe?’

Whitney’s mind was flooded with questions, so many that her head felt like it was about to burst.

Right after, Whitney was overwhelmed by a crushing sense of guilt and pain that seemed to have no end.

Whitney thought, ‘If I hadn’t left, none of this would be happening.

‘I wouldn’t be standing here, clueless and guessing at everything.‘

If not for the fact that, after returning to the Anderson family, she was afraid they would worry, afraid she might not be able to stop herself from complaining about her grievances and thus make them worry, she never made a single phone call back. She wouldn’t be drowning in confusion like this.

Now, Whitney had no clue where her mentor and fellow students were.

She had no way of knowing if her mentor and fellow students were safe.

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