Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 143

Chapter 143

Xavier’s voice faltered for a beat, then his expression turned cold. A quiet, crushing force seemed to radiate from him.

“You really think that just anyone can get away with bullying my son?”

The teachers froze, silence crashing over them like a wave.

They had seen Xavier in person no more than a handful of times. But everyone knew-no child was admitted to this kindergarten unless their family was either obscenely rich or dangerously powerful.

Still, in their minds, Carter had always been the dominant force in Amstern City-a man no one dared to cross. He’d come to the kindergarten more than once to support Theo. Inevitably, the balance of sympathy had tipped in his son’s favor.

In fact, just moments ago, they’d gently suggested to Sharon that she should consider switching Matty to another school to separate the two children, for the sake of peace.

But now, seeing Matty’s father standing here in person, they realized-this man wasn’t someone to take lightly either.

Xavier didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even appear to use much strength, yet somehow, Sharon’s hand slipped effortlessly from Carter’s grip.

And in that instant of freedom, Sharon swung again-another sharp slap across Kelly’s face, then another, and another. Kelly screamed with each hit, the sound ragged and panicked.

Carter frowned, stepping forward to stop her, only to meet Xavier’s half-smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

made him

He froze in place.

body, he finally shouted, “Sharon, that’s enough!”

her hand, her fingers tingling from the

out flat. “Kelly,

like she was on

was humiliation.

had

She actually dared to hit me!” Kelly’s eyes were red, her face contorted into something ugly and

down, and without thinking,

known-gentle and

was low. “Kelly,

arm, refusing to let go.

too? Kelly twisted the story. She said Sharon and I tried to hurt Theo, but in reality, we were saving him.

I finally understand why Theo never gets along with Sharon,” Matty added,

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turned colder, sharper-like a hawk locking onto prey. He looked

lowered his head, unable to meet his