"Even if they try to pressure you into admitting fault, as long as you're sure you've acted reasonably and haven't done anything wrong, you must stand firm and not give in."

"I understand, Mommy." Jerrold nodded, realizing the seriousness of her words.

"Alright, if you're that sure of yourself, let's see if you'll keep that same courage when you're out of a job and you and your son can't afford to stay in this city. When that time comes, even if you plead with me, it won't make a difference," said the woman.

"Oh? We'll just have to see about that," Lilah said in an unconcerned tone.

The woman turned red with frustration at Lilah's calm reply. "Do you have any idea who my husband is? He works at the Harris Group. My husband works as the assistant to one of the group's regional general managers. You're making a big mistake by crossing him."

“Why are you still here, honey? I thought I asked you to wait outside. What's the problem?" A man with a rough voice interrupted.

Hearing her husband's voice, the woman felt relieved, and she started pouring out her frustrations to the man. "Sweetheart, I'm glad you're here. Our son was attacked, and this lady not only refused to say sorry but also accused our son of starting the fight. She even lectured me for not disciplining him enough."

The man walked up to the woman, looking stern and angry, as he asked Lilah, “You're saying my son started the fight? Who witnessed it? Who?"

As soon as they learned the man was from the Harris Group and felt his authoritative presence, the crowd instinctively lowered their heads and went quiet. They slowly backed away, very cautious of getting caught up in any trouble.

With the crowd remaining silent, the man's gaze intensified at Lilah.

“We don't lay a finger on our son at home. Yet today, your son attacked him. If you don't make things right by compensating us and having your son apologize to mine, you won't have a place in this city anymore! And no school will take in your son. You can challenge me on that if you doubt it!"

The woman's sense of entitlement grew as she suggested, "Honey, this lady is quite stubborn. Maybe you should start by getting her fired.

Then, make sure no school in town takes her son. Let's see how determined she stays after that."

Her husband's position at the Harris Group gave her considerable influence in the city.

From small business bosses to her friends and relatives, everyone felt compelled to appease her husband and win his approval.

After all, not everyone had the chance to work for the Harris Group.

"Dad, my face is in a lot of pain," the chubby boy covered his face with his hand and yelled.

The woman felt a surge of sympathy for her son. “Don't worry, darling. Your dad will make things right for your sake!"

“Listen carefully, my son says his face hurts, while yours seems fine.

How can you wrongly blame my son?" the man said.

"You don't know the real story, but you're pointing fingers at my son and blindly trusting your wife's words. Your judgment is quite something. It's shocking how you got to be an assistant to a regional general manager," Lilah said.

Lilah was convinced this man didn't have what it took.

"It's not your concern how I got my position." The man then bragged, "It's the Harris Group we're talking about. You'll see what happens when you offend me. This time, I'm not asking for compensation. I want your son to kneel and apologize to my son. How does that sound?

Huh?"