Kysonâs eyes softened as he regarded Destinee, while the principal crouched down to her level, echoing Kysonâs thoughtful gesture.
âDestinee, can you tell me why you hit Myron? What makes you think he deserved it?â
With a scowl on her face, Destinee pointed accusatorily at Myron, who was already bandaged, and voiced her grievance.
âHe inquired about my twin brother.
I provided the information and even pledged to bring him home to have fun together next time.
But he dared to call my brother rubbish! He can be unkind to me, but not to my brother.
Hmph!â
With her hands planted firmly on her hips, Destinee resembled a defiant little puffer fish.
âMy brother may not attend kindergarten, but heâs more astute than me.
I wonât tolerate anyone speaking ill of him!â
The principal was taken aback.
She hadnât anticipated Destinee would be so fiercely protective of her brother.
It appeared Destineeâs parents had instilled strong values in her.
The principal gazed at Kysonâs profile with admiration.
What a wealthy and handsome man! If only he were single.
Myronâs mother appeared embarrassed, but she continued to retort, âEven if my son made inappropriate remarks, she had no right to strike him.
Sheâs just a child, yet displaying such brutality.
What if she grows up to be a murderer?â
Upon seeing Kysonâs intense glare, Myronâs mother fell silent abruptly, startled by his severity.
Kysonâs expression was so stern that it seemed to freeze the air around them.
How dare that child insult Colby by calling him ârubbishâ? This woman needed to learn a lesson since she had failed to instill proper values in her own child!
Unnoticed, he swiftly sent a message to his assistant on his phone.
âYou refuse to apologize or offer compensation.
However, it remains a fact that Destinee struck Myron.
This matter wonât be resolved until you offer a solution.
â
Myronâs mother sat back down, arms crossed, indicating she wouldnât leave until the matter was resolved.
The principal intervened with an apologetic smile.
âMrs.
Greville, please remain calm.
Itâs not uncommon for children to quarrel.
Since everyone is here, I believe we can find a resolution.
â
Myronâs mother let out a disdainful snort.
Throughout the exchange, Kyson remained silent, refusing to engage regardless of what Myronâs mother said.
Ring, ring.
The ringtone shattered the tense silence.
It was Kysonâs phone.
Unlocking the screen, he read the message, a smile tugging at his lips.
Finally, he spoke.
âLewis Greville, a twenty-year employee of Super Group, yet to make any significant achievements, always remaining an ordinary employee.
â
He looked at the woman and continued, âBecky Greville, a hairdresser.
You previously worked in a nightclub before marriage.
Is that correct?â