“Hello, is this Jared’s mother? Your son has been injured in a fight at school. Can you come over now?”
An anxious female voice sounded at the other end.
Anastasia sprang up in terror. “What? My son is injured?” she asked in a panicky tone.
At this moment, Elliot’s chair scraped the floor as he also rose to his feet. His gorgeous face was visibly
tense as he stared at Anastasia anxiously, who was still on the phone.
In the next second, he grabbed her wrist and stormed out of the conference room while she was still
listening to the teacher on the phone.
For a few seconds, the conference room fell silent as everyone was taken aback by the scene.
It is Anastasia’s son that is injured. Why would President Presgrave get so anxious as if he were the
child’s father?
Could it be that the father of Anastasia’s son is President Presgrave?
At that moment, Aliona’s expression turned upset as if someone had slapped her on her face.
Anastasia seemed to deliberately and repeatedly display Elliot’s love for her in front of Aliona to the
point where he was even concerned about Anastasia’s son.
“Cough. Let’s continue with the meeting.” Felicia made an awkward cough before she reminded the
crowd.
As she sat in the car, Anastasia was nervous and worried. The teacher didn’t clearly explain the
situation on the phone. She only mentioned that another child was also injured as a result of a fight
besides her son.
She placed her hand on the forehead and sighed. How could my son possibly fight?
On the driver’s seat was Elliot driving with a menacing expression. He stepped on the accelerator hard
and dashed across the street.
Anastasia’s thoughts were focused on her son, so she didn’t think the speed was deathly fast, but she
was appreciative of what Elliot was doing for her as she could feel his concern for her son.
At this moment, her cell phone rang. She took the phone out and noticed it was an unknown number,
but she picked it up hastily. “Hello?” she answered.
“You are Jared’s mother, aren’t you? Is this how you educate your child? Your son has harmed my son!
Just you wait to be prosecuted and I will make sure that your son is forced out of school.” A sharp and
arrogant female voice sounded from the phone.
Anastasia scowled. Obviously, the woman was the mother of another injured child.
“Hi there. I’m still on the way, but I will inquire about the incident once I have arrived,” Anastasia replied
politely.
“Hmph! What do you need to know? Just quickly come over to apologize and process the withdrawal
application for your son!” After saying that, the woman hung up the phone.
Anastasia’s worries intensified. Did my son throw the first punch?
Elliot had also heard the arrogant female voice through the phone, so he turned his head and
comforted her, “Don’t worry, Jared will not be kicked out of school.” Not while I am here.
“I want to understand the situation before we jump to a conclusion. I believe that Jared will not take the
initiative to hit people,” she said with a sigh.
He parked his car at the kindergarten’s main gate when they arrived. At once, she dashed out of the
car and strode toward the school while she was closely followed by him.
As they walked into the kindergarten, a teacher led her to the school’s assistant room, where the
principal was gently coaxing a woman. It seemed that the shrill female voice belonged to the woman
who was fashionably dressed and wearing an excessive amount of jewels.
At first glance, they could tell that she was from a background that held a high status and power in
society.
“Mommy!” Anastasia noticed her son was being punished by sitting on the chair when she recognized a
familiar voice.
Immediately, she dashed over to Jared and hugged him firmly. “Jared, look at me. Where are you
hurt?” she promptly asked.
Jared pointed to his forehead where there was a noticeable bruise.
A concerned Elliot squatted down and looked at Jared before asking calmly, “Who caused this bruise,
Jared?”
Jared pointed at a chubby child standing next to the teacher. “It was him who whacked me,” he
responded.
“Who threw the first punch, Jared?” Anastasia asked.
“He was the one who first bullied Tracey, and he beat me when I tried to protect her. I only shoved him
after he made the first move,” he explained as his eyes flashed with indignation.
She realized that his son was fighting righteously, but while she stroked Jared’s head and tried to
comfort him, a shrill female voice sounded behind them.
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