bChapter /b41

“In a fight?” Brian’s heart skipped ba /bbit. “How bis /bJacobb?/bb” /b

The teacher replied, b“/bMr. Atkinson, please bdon’t /bworry. Jacob’s bfine/b, but he did hit another kid.”

Brian said, “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll be there bright /baway.”

He let out ba /bquiet bsigh /bof relief after hanging up and instinctively reached for his phone to call Jessica. But he then realized she wouldn’t pick up. band /bshe bdefinitely /bwouldn’te bto /bthe school to check on Jacob.

He couldn’t help but rub his temples. It seemed like bever /bsince Jessica left, things had just gotten messier.

Brian soon came bto /bHartdale International Bilingual School.

Brian reached the teacher’s office and bsaw /bJacob grabbing another kid by the shirt and threatening him. “I’m gonna btear /byour mouth bapart/b. You better keep byour /bmouth shut next time, bor /bbI /bswear I’ll beat you bto /bba /bpulp.”

bA /bfemale teacher had one hand bon /bJacob, pulling him back while standing between the btwo /bbboys/bb. /b

bWaytt/b, apologize to bme /bright bnow/bb./bb” /bJacob didn’t let bgo /bof the other kid’s shirt. His bface /bwas twisted with anger as he shouted, “bHave /bbyou /blearned byour /b

blesson/bb?/bb” /b

bWaytt /bDavis bwas /bcrying so hard that he could barely breathe. He clinged to his mother, Amanda bDavis/b.

Brian frowned and walked over, pulling Jacob in front of him.

“Dad.” The moment Jacob bsaw /bBrian, the rage in his beyes /bfaded. Jacob bit his lip, still ring at the kid he had just beaten up.

“Well, you’re his father, right?b” /bAmanda looked Brian up and down and then immediately wrapped her arms around her crying son. “Look what byour /bbson /bdid.

“How bdare /bhe beat my boy? My husband and I wouldn’t even hurt him a bit. How dare he!”

Brian didn’t bat an eye at Amanda’s insults. He stood tall in his perfectly tailored suit. Amanda could tell that everything about him screamed wealth and bpower/b.

Amanda’s voice turned nasty. b“/bPay up, or I’ll sue you. I’ll make sure your bson /bcan’t show his face at school again.”

“Oh, poor Waytt, he’s only bsix/b, and now he suffered violence like this. What about his mental health? What if this messes with his studies? What’s gonna happen to him in the future?b” /bShe kept going,ying it on thick about how much her son suffered.

Brian just stared at her with cold eyesb. /b

Amanda seemed to sense his silence and snapped, “You gotta pay for everything bI /bjust said, or we will have to meet in court.”

Once Amanda stopped ranting, Brian finally bent down and asked Jacob, “Why did you hit him?”

“He deserved it,” Jacob shot back, his bface /bscrunched up in defiance. “I didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m not apologizing to him.”

Jacob pouted, ready to block whatever Brian bwas /babout to bsay /bnext. “He started it. He insulted me bfirst/bb./bb” /b

b“/bIs that so?” Brian turned his cold gaze to the teacher. The teacher nodded with an awkward smile.

Hearing that, Amanda sneered, “Just some insults are not the excuse for violence. Even if my son did insult him, he shouldn’t have hit back.”

Amanda felt her son was in the right because whoever threw the first punch was the one to me.

Brian didn’t feel like arguing with her. He took Jacob’s hand firmly and promised, “I’ll make it right.”

“Oh, how funny.” Amanda let out a sarcasticugh. “Your son hit my son, and you think you have a right to be mad? Just you wait, my husband’s on his way. I’m sure he will knock some sense into you.”

Amanda lifted her chin arrogantly, the pearls around her neck glistening as she strutted.

She was all too proud of her husband, the head of the project team at Atkinson Group’s headquarters. With connections like that, she didn’t believe anyone would dare mess with them.