Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 139

“Mrs. Bowles…” Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Beardsley’s forehead. “In that case, let’s go and check the surveillance video directly…”

If Crystal called the police and the police got involved, it would bring a bad impact on him. But he didn’t dare to offend Mrs. Bowles, and he only hoped that Mrs. Bowles could see the truth and stop making things difficult.

“Don’t need to check the surveillance!” Mrs. Bowles put her arms around her waist and said, “I don’t think you can solve this. Fine, I’ll go and find the principal directly!”

She glared at Crystal, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a number. Her voice instantly became gentle and aggrieved. “Hey, honey, I was bullied… and your son! Do you know that your son was framed and beaten? The other kid is from an ordinary family, and I don’t know where he got the courage from… Yes, our son may have said a few words about him, but what he said is the truth!”

“His mother actually divorced his father after being hit a few times. Isn’t this irresponsible for her child? In my opinion, it’s all her fault that the child has become like this… Yes, hubby, they keep saying it’s our fault now and they’re unwilling to give up. What’s the use of this kind of child staying in kindergarten? I remember that you are a friend of the principal. Call the principal and let Bernard withdraw from the kindergarten…”

Bowles raised her eyebrows and looked at Crystal with a proud face. “Well, well, thank you for your hard work, honey. I’ll make dinner for you tonight… Ah, you’re not coming back? Okay, honey,

she hung up the phone and said proudly, “My husband said that he’ll contact the principal later. Wait

poor guy like

She pursed her lips. It had been a long time

Mr. Beardsley immediately said, “Since the principal will deal with this

that was about seventy to eighty percent similar to Alissa’s. He grabbed Crystal’s hand with his soft hand and said in a muffled voice, “…

Leland was different from him. Leland bullied other students in school, but the teacher never cared about it. This time,

seriously, “We didn’t

and curled her lips at Mrs.

at her. “What’s wrong? Are you going to

dial a number. Suddenly, a hand with clear joints hung up the call and