Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 742 Side Story: Childhood Sweetheart 2

Damian knew his actions might have seemed intimidating earlier, but he only acted that way because his temper had been triggered. "Alright. I promise never to act like that in front of you again," he offered. Alice simply nodded with a dumbfounded look on her face. She still saw him as her precious elder brother regardless of how Damian was.

"What a good girl. I'll bring you home for a meal tonight," Damian offered. "You can come over to mine," he added. Even though this was just a tiny incident, the effects of it had yet to die down. Caleb Smith, the kid who got beaten up, told his parents about the entire incident after he got home. When his parents heard about how their child had been bullied at school, they were furious. They rushed over to the school and demanded justice for their son.

After multiple questions and searches for evidence, the school concluded that Damian was the one who had beaten Caleb up. Damian was summoned to the principal's office, but he stood there with an indifferent and nonchalant look on his face.

The principal felt a headache coming as he thought, On one hand, the victim and their parents have every reason to demand justice, but on the other hand, the perpetrator is the son of one of the school's investors. Either way, this isn't going to turn out well.

So, the principal suggested that they reconcile with one another. The parents were open to this idea, but Damian looked as if he had no intention of apologizing. "What did I do wrong? Why should I apologize? He wrote my sister a love letter containing nasty, perverted words.

Caleb's face turned pale upon hearing Damian's words. Caleb's parents hadn't expected their son to engage in such behavior. All that they knew was how their son was beaten up—they didn't know that he was beaten up for such reasons. So, Eliza Craker turned around to glare at her own son. "Is he telling the truth? Did you send a love letter to some other girl?"

Caleb nodded bashfully. Eliza sighed when she realized that her son had been the first to spark conflict in this situation. "Well, since Caleb was the one who started this, then… How about this? Since you were the one who injured my son, why don't you just apologize to him, and we call it quits, okay? You don't need to pay for any medical bills, either. We have the money," Eliza offered.

had intended to settle things peacefully, yet Damian seemed too stubborn to go along with her. Eliza felt her heart thumping against her chest as she stuck a shaky finger out to point directly at Damian's nose. "I hadn't expected a child like you to be so disobedient. In that case, let's take this to the court! You injured my

hadn't expected a simple school brawl to become a court case. "I don't think there's a need for that, Mrs. Scotch." The principal wasn't worried about Damian's safety. Instead, he was more concerned that Eliza wouldn't be able to support herself if she actually brought this matter to

Damian could commit more than just violence; he probably wouldn't have to enter the police station

Damazios would be beyond grateful for his actions. Eliza was certainly going to lose

learn who Damian was. All she knew was that he was a stubborn and ill-tempered teenager. "What do you mean there's no need?!" Eliza wanted to make a huge fuss out of this thing so that she would at least manage

stepped in dressed in a full suit before he beamed at Eliza. "My apologies, Madam. I heard a brief summary

she was too stunned to talk. Callum was a man whose face had been on the magazine front page countless times, and he often took up a huge spot in the finance section of the weekly magazines. Both Eliza and her husband felt their legs trembling

hadn't expected her son to provoke such an influential target. Benedict Scotch glanced at the meek

people in the industry, they were quick to process and react to the situation. "You're right, Damian. We were

saying anything. "I heard that you're working in one of the Winthrop Group's subsidiary companies, right, Mr. Scotch?" Benedict felt like someone was choking him upon hearing the man's words—he couldn't speak at

good benefits and bonuses. Even though he was only in one of their subsidiary companies, this annual bonus could go up to six digits, and he only had to work for five days each week. Such job offers were rare to come. Benedict refused to

son offended your son, how about this? I'll give you a promotion as compensation." Callum didn't seem