The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel 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.

When he saw that Grayson seemed to be unharmed, the tight frown that had been etched on his face relaxed, his tension easing for the first time that day.

He walked over to the couch and gently set Stella down, turning his attention to Grayson. With a steady, measured gaze, he checked the injury on his son's neck. The concern in his eyes was palpable, his brow furrowed as he examined the wound.

"It's nothing serious, just 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 concern and irritation.

"Well... it seems like it was caused by a child's nails." Michelle wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"Nails?" Marissa's tone grew even more furious. "Do you even know if there could be any viruses under 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 do then?"

The bite in Marissa's words left Michelle feeling cornered, her mind racing. What had she hoped would be a small incident was now spiraling into something much larger than she'd anticipated. Her frustration shifted toward the troublemaker—Serena.

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