Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 447

The Next Day

Early the next morning, after sharing breakfast with his grandfather, Adrian climbed into the waiting car and called his mother.

"Mom, you promised-you'll pick me up tonight, right?"

He only hung up once she gave her word. When the car pulled up to school, Adrian told the driver, "You don't need to come back for me tonight. My mom will pick me up."

"Yes, young master."

After the car drove off, Adrian strode confidently into the school, his navy-blue uniform crisp and spotless. As soon as he stepped into the classroom, a cluster of classmates surrounded him, chattering away.

Before long, the teacher arrived.

As usual, she singled Adrian out for praise, reminding everyone that he'd scored first in last month's exams and encouraging the rest of the class to follow his example, especially with finals just around the corner.

After a long morning of lessons, it was finally time for PE.

Adrian was one of those rare kids who excelled both academically and athletically. Naturally, he was the center of a group that gathered to shoot hoops during the break. The game got heated, sweat pouring down their faces, and when Adrian went to wash up at the sink, he caught voices from around the corner.

"What's Adrian so smug about, anyway?"

"Yeah, so what if he gets good grades and plays sports? He's still just a nobody- dad's dead, mom doesn't want him, total loser! What's he got to brag about?"

"Like we actually like him. He struts around like he owns the place."

"Keep your voice down! What if he hears you?"

"So what if he does? I'm not scared-ah!"

A basketball came flying out from the shadows, slamming into the wall right by their heads. Adrian stepped into view, face expressionless, eyes cold as he stared at the group-some of whom were usually his friends. His voice was icy: "What did you just say?"

daring to answer. At last, the boy in the middle- rubbing

just throw that at

what I said. It's the truth, isn't

He'd been trained by his grandfather, and none of the other kids could pull him off. In the scuffle, a few of them

into a wild

back down. He fought back, fists swinging, shouting at Adrian

a reject-nobody wants you! Even if your dad was alive, your parents would've left

words. If anything, his eyes only

Blood spattered.

Parker was reduced to a whimpering

a teacher burst onto the scene, yanking the boys apart and hauling them to the nurse's office. When the dust settled, she

calling your parents-now! This is out of control. Fighting at

When he heard the teacher's order, he shrieked, "Fine! I'll call my dad! Adrian, just you wait-my dad's gonna make you pay for this, you fatherless-ow, ow, that

"Parker!"

his ear, then quickly separated the two boys, locking them in different

off with a cold glare. "Please leave,"

teacher hesitated, but finally stepped outside, keeping a wary eye on him through a small window

quiet room, Adrian sat perfectly

he was sure he was alone, he slipped off his smartwatch and dialed

calm, almost detached: "Leonard, I got into

but I don't want my

come

moment. "Didn't your grandfather tell

skills to defend

voice was flat. "He insulted my parents. He deserved

up his parents in

breathing. This wasn't over, not by a