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.

seemed to be unharmed, the tight frown that had been etched on his face

Grayson. With a steady, measured gaze, he checked the injury on

two small scratches," Michelle said, following closely 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 nothing? How did these wounds happen?" Marissa's voice was sharp, full of

it was caused by a child's nails." Michelle wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead,

those nails? His neck is full of nerves, blood vessels, and even the major arteries. What if that child's nails carried something? What would we

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

wasn't just Michelle. Every teacher in the room was now seething with anger at Serena. Serena 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

looked minor. A sigh of relief escaped him as

injury at school, his expression

was seeing it firsthand,

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 the

clutched at his neck, his face