"I'll pay it back tenfold!" Chapter 39

The same incident occurred when Bihun expressed that he didn’t want him to be bullied because of Lube and "Trosult." In his mind, Luke deserved to be hit; after all, he was being struck by a child of his own age. He could have fought back, too. However, the pitiable image Wendy envisioned was far removed from what she considered "self-defense." The mold of Erhan suggested that he had fought valiantly.

Additionally, according to the policeman, Ethan would have harmed Luke even more had the teacher not intervened in time. These were not lessons Wendy had imparted to him. After some contemplation, she could only think of Jenna, who sat silently with tears streaming down her cheeks. She had never taught him anything like this. And he had only hit Luke so hard because of his "Auntie Jenna." It was evident that Jenna must have taught Erhan a great deal. But now was not the time to dwell on that.

Wendy didn’t spare Jenna a single glance. She turned to James and said, “Ethan was in the wrong this time. Don’t you have anything to say?” Wendy felt no desire to be entangled in this matter or in any other foolish issue relating to Jenna. James sat with his legs crossed, staring at his phone, absorbed in his work. Bajke's manager, Hagradi Williams, crossed her arms and scoffed, “Do you think I don’t have a lawyer?”

With a grimace, James replied, “We’ll wait for a lawyer.” After saying this, he turned to look at his sobbing son and said, “Save your tears. You can cry again when your father arrives.”

Shortly thereafter, both parties' lawyers entered, accompanied by a tall, muscular middle-aged man. The moment he stepped into the room, Tyrant Anderson pulled Luke into his embrace. “Don’t be afraid, Luke. I won’t let those who bullied you get away easily today!” His voice boomed, causing Ellen's body to tremble. She was so terrified that tears began to well in her eyes.

James rolled his eyes and glanced at the newcomer. Even when Grant sat down, his stature loomed over them. He glared at James, the scars on his face lending him an intimidating presence. “Did your child do this?”

James replied coolly, “You can ask the police for the details.”

“What kind of attitude is that?” Grant slammed his hand on the table, causing everything on it to shake. In moments like these, he would first look to protect himself, not his child. Thorloge stood up quickly and interrupted, “Your child was the one who insulted—”

Halfway through her tirade, she suddenly recalled that this matter had nothing to do with her. Protecting Erhan without a second thought, she found herself at a loss for words. Did she really have to help Jenna talk their way out of this? “Why did you stop talking? Have you realized how ridiculous you all look? Adults trying to fight a child? Do you have no shame?”

It was several times more difficult to deal with such a situation, particularly given the way he spoke and acted, which was terrifying. However, when they had entered, Wendy noticed that the police had a very good attitude towards this middle-aged man; he must be someone of influence. She glanced at Lilaminthe, who was trying to help prevent Ulan from being harmed. But in truth? Mines was just sitting there, doing nothing!

Was it a better suit to do the defending? He wasn’t the one personally insulted, anyway. It seemed that Jenna intended for bluntness to become more than just her child.