The Real Daughter Came Back to Chill and Kill novel Chapter 38

It wasn't until two periods later that Percy finally returned. He slumped into his seat, his expression dark and stormy.

An air of violence radiated off him so strongly that even Stacy didn't dare get too close.

Several boys with bruised faces trailed in behind him, and Scarlett recognized them instantly.

They were Jonah's lackeys. The very ones who had tormented her terribly in her previous life.

Beside her, Stacy's cautious voice floated over.

"Percy, are you hurt anywhere?" she asked, full of concern. "I bought you ibuprofen, some antibiotic ointment, muscle pain relief spray, lidocaine patches, medicated cooling spray, extra-strength painkillers, Band-Aids…"

Scarlett's mouth twitched. Was she trying to move an entire pharmacy over here?

Percy scowled impatiently. "I beat them up, not the other way around! Take all that stuff away!" he snapped.

Stacy looked a little wounded. "But your hand looks injured. Let me at least put a Band-Aid on it?" she offered, almost pleading.

Percy glanced down at the back of his hand, then lazily held it out, letting her carefully stick a Band-Aid on the injury.

At that moment, Mike stormed into the classroom, slamming a pile of books onto his desk with a loud thud, clearly fuming.

"Percy, stand up!" Mike barked.

Percy, far from obeying, leaned back casually in his chair. One of his arms draped over the backrest, exuding an air of reckless defiance.

Stacy was swooning beside him. She raised her voice to a squeal. "Oh my God, he's so cool!"

Scarlett was struck dumb.

Raising an eyebrow, Percy drawled, "Why should I stand? If anyone should be standing, it's the ones who spread those disgusting rumors about me!"

Then he added sharply, "Mr. Sawyer, if you're planning to make me write a reflection essay or slap a disciplinary action on me, they'd better be getting the same treatment. Otherwise, I'm not accepting it."

"Do you even realize you hit someone first? Whoever throws the first punch is automatically in the wrong!" he said exasperatedly.

"You injured Jonah!" Mike continued. "He's the top student in the school, and he's supposed to represent us at the Elite Math Tournament next month. He was our best chance at winning the championship! And you broke his right hand! Do you even understand the consequences of what you've done?"