The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 20

Serena, her hands trembling, clutched the leaves of the houseplant nearby, her lips pressed tightly together, refusing to speak. What now? Will Mommy come? Will she be mad? I've only been in kindergarten for two days, and I've already caused trouble...

'And I hit Sonny... but I didn't mean to hurt him. He was the one helping that girl pick on me. That's why I scratched him. I don't want him to be my brother anymore. I don't like him anymore.'

The sound of footsteps outside grew louder, and before long, the door to the principal's office creaked open.

Stella was the first to look up, her eyes lighting up with surprise and joy as she saw Dominick. "Dominick," she cried, her voice bubbling with excitement.

She leaped off the couch and dashed toward him, her two pigtails bouncing with every step.

Dominick bent down and scooped her up into his arms. His gaze, however, immediately shifted toward Grayson, scanning him carefully.

he saw that Grayson seemed to be unharmed, the tight frown that had been etched

turning his attention to Grayson. With a steady, measured gaze, he checked the injury on his son's neck. The concern in his eyes was palpable, his brow furrowed as he examined

behind Dominick, her voice shaky as she bent forward. "The moment he was hurt, we had the school doctor treat the wounds." "How can you say it's

a child's nails." Michelle wiped a bead of sweat from

under those nails? His neck is full

racing. What had she hoped would be a small incident was now spiraling into something much larger than she'd anticipated. Her frustration shifted toward the

could feel the weight of their hostile glares bearing down on her. Her small body flinched, instinctively shrinking back, trying to hide behind the nearest houseplant like it might protect her. Dominick, however, remained unaffected by the tension in the room. With a calmness that contrasted the chaos, he carefully unwound the bandage from Grayson's neck. He checked the injury-two small, shallow

treated. It looked minor. A sigh of relief escaped him

Grayson's little fight and injury at school, his expression

imagined it was something far worse. But now that he was seeing it firsthand,

the first time I've ever faced something like this as a father, and I overlooked so much. If the injury had really been that severe, the school would have sent him to

his neck, his face scrunched