The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 14

In the office, there was this thirty-year-old woman, all decked out in designer gear, looking all posh and fancy. Next to her was a five-year-old boy, smugly looking up at another little boy cowering in the corner.

Across from this posh lady were the kindergarten principal and a teacher.

"Thaddeus!" Cordelia spotted the boy in the corner and dashed over, her anxiety even pushing her to tears, "Oh my God! What happened to you? Why is your nose bleeding?" She quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe the blood off Thaddeus' nose.

Vivienne shifted her gaze to Thaddeus, her expression cold, a chill emanating from her. Did he get into a fight?

She saw Thaddeus' swollen face and still-bleeding nose. How could she think this was just kids fighting?

Thaddeus' state had Dorian's face turn red. He turned to the principal and teacher, demanding angrily, "You just stood there and watched while a kid got beaten up like this?"

The principal sighed, "Well, Mr. Hawthorn, we couldn't really do anything. Thaddeus just suddenly started hitting Dino. When we got there, he even had a knife in his hand."

She glanced at Dorian and continued, "This is serious. We had to notify the parents. Dino's parents arrived before you. They're insisting we give them an explanation. We've been dealing with this..."

"I didn't hit anyone." Thaddeus whispered from Cordelia's arms. He must be so scared. He hid in Cordelia's arms, his small body trembling.

Dorian felt heavy-hearted. His mother didn't like him, nor did she like Thaddeus. Since he was little, Thaddeus had been bullied in the Hawthorn family, which made him become shy and introverted, even to the point of not liking to talk. After what happened today, he might not want to speak at all. Thinking about this, Dorian gritted his teeth, "I know my son. He'd never hit anyone. He's the one who got hurt. His nose is still bleeding. Can't you see that? Couldn't you have called a doctor to check him over? Couldn't we have dealt with this after we arrived?"

Before the principal could respond, the posh lady interrupted angrily, "What kind of attitude is this? Your son hit my son, and instead of apologizing, you are blaming us? I'm telling you, if anything happens to my son, I won't let you off."

She finished, glaring at Thaddeus, seething, "So young and already knows how to use a knife. Will he become a murderer when he grows up? A child like this, might as well drown him in the toilet."

Cordelia, who was comforting the emotionally unstable Thaddeus, couldn't stand it anymore, angrily retorting, "You're downright evil! You're accusing my son before the truth is out! Do you know how much psychological trauma your words can cause him?"

"Do I care what you think?" The haughty lady retorted, "In any case, Thaddeus hit my son. He must compensate, and he must be expelled from kindergarten. Otherwise, I'll expose this and let everyone see the kind of child you're raising - a murderer!"

"You!" Cordelia was too angry to speak.

Dorian also clenched his fists, his face full of anger, but he was unable to speak. They insisted that Thaddeus hit someone, and there was no way to refute it.

Standing aside, Vivienne raised her eyebrows, casually asking, "You say he hit someone. Do you have proof?" With her hands in her pockets, she looked completely at ease. The naturally falling hair at her temples added to her allure.

Hearing this, Dorian snapped back to reality, "Right! The school has CCTV. I want to see the footage."

As soon as he spoke, the posh lady and the principal looked uncomfortable, "The CCTV broke last week."

Their expressions didn't escape Vivienne's eyes. Her gaze turned icy.

Dorian was taken aback: The CCTV broke? What a coincidence!