The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1183

"Ah!"

"Quick, get the teacher!"

The other kids, witnessing the scuffle, rushed to alert the teachers.

By the time the teachers arrived, Twila was in tears, her face a palette of bruises, while Daniel, bloodied but defiant, declared, "You can't talk about my mom like that!"

...

Brittany had just arrived at the office, her intuition sending her alarming vibes, when she decided to call for a department meeting. Before the meeting could start, her phone rang. "Hello, is this Daniel's parent? Could you please come to the school right away-" "What's happened to my son?" Brittany asked anxiously.

"Ms. Lynette, he got into a fight with another student. Please, come as soon as you can."

Hanging up, Brittany, accompanied by her assistant, rushed to Star Elementary School.

Daniel, having always been more mature than his peers, had been doing well since transferring to this school, never once getting into trouble.

Yet today, he had gotten into a fight, and Brittany was beside herself with worry, fearing her son might be at a disadvantage.

Her assistant sped up, trying to reassure her, "Ms. Lynette, don't worry too much. The young master will be alright."

Brittany was hardly consoled.

Star Elementary

heading straight for the administration office, pushing through a crowd mixed with teachers

Daniel with a bandaged head and Twila sobbing nearby,

his mother, Daniel's eyes immediately welled up with

sight of his bandage,

fought back his own tears, "I'm not hurt, it's okay,

brave words, the gash on his head

him close, Brittany then turned to

blame Twila outright, tried to downplay the incident, "Ms. Lynette, it's just a little scuffle among children. Please, don't

you mean, 'a little

was not about to let Twila off easily "After such a serious incident at school, don't you think I deserve an explanation?

Twila was the one

illegitimate daughter, was about to become Brittany's stepdaughter. What could Brittany

gaze fell on Twila, "Shouldn't you be explaining yourself to

retorted, "He's a boy. What's the big deal if I pushed him? How

bringing her to tears

to such confrontation, suggested, "Ms.

the surveillance footage. I want to