When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

“To make things fair, he must suffer the same injuries my daughter did.” Amelie pulled Bria’s sleeves and pants up, revealing the injuries underneath.

The lady paled. She could see how badly Bria was injured, and the thought of having her son suffer so much pained her.

“No! No!” The boy quivered and tossed the pen away in fear before he covered his face and burst into tears.

The lady held her son, worried about him. Then, she barked, “Why did you say that to him? You scared him!”

A sneer curled Amelie’s lips. “Why should he be scared? This is just me being fair. He looked happy when I permitted him to scratch my daughter just a moment ago.”

“But your daughter’s seriously injured. You can’t expect my son to suffer the same! I won’t allow it!”

“Ah, so you’re also aware my daughter’s injuries seemed much more serious, huh?” Just the response I was waiting for. “So, why did you only come after my daughter? Why didn’t you scold your son? Why should my daughter be the only one to drop out? You’re being ridiculous.”

“Well…”

Even the teacher paled. She felt embarrassment welling within her.

The teacher only cared about the lady’s temper since the lady was a powerful woman. She didn’t want to get into any trouble, and thus she neglected Bria. This is bad. Miss Dillon is every bit as stubborn as Mrs. Piggly. “Um, why don’t we give this a rest?”

“Hard disagree.” Amelie beckoned the boy. “You, come here.”

The lady held her boy tightly, alarmed. “What do you want?”

Amelie sneered. “You tried to make my girl drop out just because your son got one teensy little scratch. So, why can’t I smack him for the insults he threw at my daughter?”

“Y-You’re going to hit my child? That’s a crime!”

The teacher and the lady both looked upset. They didn’t expect Amelie to go that far.

However, Amelie simply shrugged. “We’ll deal with that after I beat your boy up.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bullied her. Shouldn’t have yelled at her,” the boy apologized profusely, terrified that he might get beat up.

Amelie smirked and took a step back. “Hear that? My child is the only victim here.”

Indignant, the lady retorted, “She hit my son just because he called her some names. Why shouldn’t he fight back?”

Amelie looked at her daughter. “What did he call you?”

Bria bit her lip and stared down in silence.

“I only called her a b*stard and a kid without a father. Then, she came after me!” the boy shouted.

Amelie was just starting to calm down, but her face darkened upon hearing his words. “Looks like I’m beating you up after all.”

The boy puffed his cheeks angrily, but he said nothing.

Finally, Amelie turned her attention to the teacher. “Now, do you see?”

“Yes, Miss Dillon.” The teacher wiped the sweat off her forehead, staring down in silence. “Bria only went after Chestnut because he called her names.”

Amelie nodded. “So, are you going to expel my daughter?”

“O-Of course not.” Chestnut’s in the wrong here. And if the public were to find out about this whole mess, I’d get fired.