Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 117

117 The Missing Items

Chapter 117 The Missing Items

All of the rooms belonging to her mentor and fellow students were thoroughly searched, but not a single clue left behind by

them was found.

They had clearly left in a hurry.

Finally, Whitney made her way to her own small cabin.

Her door was much sturdier than the others, while most cabin doors were bare

shut.

on their hinges; hers was tightly

This was the same cabin Paula had seen during a video call, and she’d thought Whitney was stuck in some remote mountain, living in terrible conditions.

But in reality, every inch of it had been built by the guys themselves.

It looked simple on the outside, but it was full of clever features and as solid as a rock.

Now, the cabin’s exterior had suffered quite a bit.

The windows, once beautifully carved with blooming roses, were now falling apart, coated in dust, and spiderwebs were everywhere.

Whitney pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Her room was a total mess.

But everything she’d left behind was still there.

All the little things her fellow students had made for her, to cheer her up and amuse her, were still there too.

They were scattered all over the floor.

Whitney gazed at the chaos all around her, the most treasured gifts from her mentor and fellow students, now covered in thick dust.

Her heart felt the same way, clouded by sorrow.

Whitney slowly made her way over, crouched down, and began picking up each item one by one.

Using her own clothes, she carefully wiped the dust off, little by little.

Each time she picked something up, she wiped it clean before moving on to the next.

By the time she was done, she’d restored most of the cabin to how it used to look.

Whitney took in the sight of all the little keepsakes scattered around.

Her gaze suddenly sharpened.

She realized something was missing.

The family photo she’d taken with her mentor and fellow students was gone.

It was her mentor’s birthday when she was ten, and she handmade little clay figurines of her mentor, her four fellow students, and herself.

Back then, she carefully arranged all six clay figures in a clear box, lifted it up proudly, and showed it off to her mentor. She told her mentor, “We’ll always be together, like these little clay people!”

That was their very first family keepsake.

Her mentor and fellow students were all overjoyed, and her mentor affectionately ruffled her hair.

They placed those little clay family figures in her cabin.

They treasured those clay figurines Whitney had crafted with her own hands.

Back when she was brought back to the Anderson family, Whitney thought about taking those clay figures with her.

But the Anderson family’s butler stopped her, and her mentor also wanted to keep them as a keepsake, so she ended up leaving them behind.

All the expensive and unique stuff was still here.

But the one thing missing was her family portrait, the clay figures she made for her mentor and fellow students.

Whitney’s fingers trembled, and her heart suddenly tightened.

There was no way the intruder was after the family keepsake.

Chapter 117 The Missing Items

That could only mean her mentor and fellow students must have taken the family keepsake with them.

Before they left, they couldn’t bring themselves to part with the little clay figures Whitney had made, so they took them along.

Those family figurines were the most precious thing to everyone. They all treasured them above anything else.

‘Mentor and the others should be okay, Whitney thought to herself.

Whitney pressed her lips tightly together.

Whitney thought, ‘Just let them be safe.

‘I’ll find a way to track them down, and we’ll be together again.”

She freed up a backpack from the bags she’d brought for her mentor and fellow students.

Then she packed all the little keepsakes her mentor and fellow students had given her, now wiped clean, into the backpack. She was going to take all these things back to Prestige Manor with her.

After carefully packing everything away, it suddenly hit Whitney that she had another reason for coming back this time. She needed to figure out what was really wrong with Ryan, that sickly beauty.

Ryan’s condition was a bit complicated.

She couldn’t really figure it out by checking his pulse.

She needed the tool her mentor had crafted for her, her silver needles.

When she went back to the Anderson family, she hadn’t brought the silver needles with her.

She seemed to remember hiding them in a secret compartment under her bed.

Following her memory, Whitney found a hidden compartment tucked away in a corner by the head of her bed, where no one would ever notice.

Julian had made this secret compartment for her so she could hide her snacks.

Back then, her mentor wouldn’t let her eat too much candy, but Whitney couldn’t resist sweets.

Her fellow students would sneak her candy, stash it in the compartment, and whenever she wanted a treat, she could grab one without her mentor ever knowing.

Maybe it was because the compartment was made with a kid’s logic, so casual and clever, that whoever searched the place never realized it was there.

The one who turned the place upside down never found this hidden compartment.

The compartment wasn’t very big, but it was enough to fit her silver needle kit.

It was stuffed full.

Whitney took out her silver needle kit, carefully opened it, and inspected each needle inside.

The silver needles, finally seeing the light again, reflected a mysterious, rippling glow.

These needles were nothing like ordinary ones. Their shine was sharp and striking, almost intimidating.

She pulled one out and twirled it between her fingertips.

The tip shimmered with a faint purple light, as if adorned with a tiny, sparkling amethyst.

Whitney ran her fingers over the silver needle for a few seconds, savoring the touch. Only at this moment did she finally feel

a tangible sense of having changed her own destiny after the time travel.

She never imagined she’d ever touch her set of silver needles again.

This was the set her mentor had gifted her with his own hands.

Whitney slipped the needle back into its case, about to put the kit away.

But then her fingertips brushed against something beneath the silver needle kit.

She froze for a moment.

Her fingers brushed over it.

It felt like paper.

It seemed to be stuck to the bottom of her silver needle kit.

Whitney gently turned the kit over, and there it was, a folded piece of paper pressed against the bottom.

Chapter 117 The Missing Items

Whitney’s expression froze, her face going rigid as her heart skipped a beat.

She lifted the paper high, clutching it tightly in her hand.

Even her fingers gripping the paper had gone strangely stiff.

She remembered it clearly. She’d always treated her silver needle kit like a precious treasure. Before hiding it in the secret compartment, she inspected it from every angle, making sure there was never

any paper tucked in with it.

That must mean her fellow students slipped this paper in here.

As soon as that thought flashed through Whitney’s mind, she acted on impulse, reaching for the paper without thinking. But her fingers began to tremble, completely out of her control.

It was a piece of paper, light as a feather.

But to Whitney, it felt as heavy as a mountain.

It took her quite a while before she finally managed to unfold it.

It was a letter, written in elegant handwriting.

It wasn’t very long.

That handwriting was definitely her mentor’s.

‘This was written by my mentor!‘ she realized, her hands trembling.

Whitney’s eyes tightened in surprise, her gaze glued to the paper, unable to tear herself away.

Her name was right there at the top of the letter.

Clearly, this was a letter from her mentor, meant for her.

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