Clara shook her head. "No. We just had a few words." Looking at the time, Clara told her son, "Alright, Yanny. Have you done your homework? Why don't you take an early rest? I'll go to the school and explain the situation to the teacher tomorrow. You can complete your homework after…"Yannick interrupted Clara before she could finish her sentence. "I'll do my homework!" He quickly grabbed the pencil case from his school bag and promised Clara, "Mom, I… I-I won't let anyone bully me again. Don't worry about me. I'm a boy! It doesn't hurt!"'Doesn't hurt?' Clara thought, watching her son doing his homework on the small table. Yannick's red and swollen face was so jarring on her nerves, and tears filled her eyes. How could it not hurt?!When she was at the police station, her mother told her how Yanny had gotten beaten by the other kids. Fearing that the hearing aid would break again, he could only protect the hearing aid on his ears and not fight back.It was bedtime, and Clara lay
Sandra was disappointed to see no trace of anger on Wilson's face, but she saw how his eyes were narrowed with apparent hatred."You seem to enjoy satisfying people a lot. Maybe I should arrange for you to increase your clientele," Wilson suggested. Sandra got a bad feeling, and her face changed. "Wilson?! What do you mean by that?""Well, Sandra. Do you really think you can wipe the slate clean and bury the past after spending five years in prison?" Wilson came forward, reaching his hand out.To her shock, he slapped her face so hard that she fell to the side, and that was when she started coughing blood, and her cheek quickly swelled from the impact. "Your coming days will be worse than when you were in prison, Sandra," Wilson announced.Sandra attempted to charge at him, but Wilson's men restrained her and brought her to her knees."And I'm warning you, don't think about messing with Clara. If you hurt her, I'll have to make sure you and your parents suffer the consequences
The redness and swelling on Yannick's face had not gone down. Serenity was relieved to know that Yanny was not terribly injured, but Jacqueline burst into tears upon seeing the bruises on Yanny's face.Everyone was startled by Jacqueline's sudden cry. Yanny's face was still swollen and red, but he never cried. Instead, the little girl who was not injured at all cried first. More tears dripped down Jacqueline's face as she grabbed Yannick's hands."Don't cry! Don't cry!" Yannick tried to calm Jacqeline.Serenity also got worried. "What's wrong, Jackie? Why are you crying?""I just think… Yanny must be in pain!" The little girl choked with sobs. She remembered how Mom had hit her on the palm for a mistake she had made in the past, and it had hurt like hell. Her palms had been a little red but nowhere as red as Yanny's bruises."I'm not in pain. Don't cry," Yannick comforted. Jacqueline blinked, tears still welling in her eyes. "Really?""Yeah. It looks red and swollen, but it
Serenity was well aware that Fred's status would change dramatically upon his return to Lanford, but she was still surprised that Weston let Fred stay here and not take his son back by force. Even so, she knew Fred would return to Lanford someday."Okay," Fred whispered, looking a little nervous. He thought Serenity knew about his Dad's visit, but he had not told anyone about it!After arriving at Valor Residence, Jacqueline dragged Fred to the piano room to practice. The huge piano room was now their private territory.Jacqueline and Fred played three music pieces in a row together. Such a playing style was difficult even for adults, let alone two children. However, Jacqueline and Fred had great cooperation. The four hands moved quickly, dancing on the piano keys and playing without a single mistake.The beautiful sound of music continued to echo in the room until the end of the performance.Jacqueline had a great time playing Beethoven pieces with Fred. She turned to Fred with a
Wilson's men stopped Yannick from leaving when school was over and took him to the car. Yannick stared at the tall man before him. He should be calling this man Dad, but he hated him!"You spoke with Mom alone the last time. What did you say to her?" Yannick questioned. His doubt was the only reason he got in the car to meet the man he hated.Wilson stared at his son in silence. His son was connected to him by blood and supposedly the closest person to him, but instead, he was staring at him with hostility."What I said to your Mom? I was talking about how you got bullied, naturally," Wilson scoffed.Yannick got angry. "Don't talk to Mom about me! Whether I get bullied or not is none of your business!"Yannick had witnessed how Wilson had treated Mom the way he did years ago. Since then, he told himself that he did not have a Dad. Mom was the only one he had."None of my business?" Wilson sneered. "You have my blood flowing in your veins. No matter how much you deny it, you're st
"Wilson!" Clara gasped in surprise. "Why is Yanny with you?! Where are you now?""I took Yanny elsewhere to show him something. I'll bring him back in a while," Wilson explained.Clara was silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Then hurry and bring him back!"Wilson saw the remorseful look on his son when the call was over. The little boy must have thought he should not have come here without permission and worried Clara."I'm going back!" Yannick said."Okay, then," Wilson responded. He had no intention of forcing the little boy to stay.Clara had been waiting for Yannick to come back. When she saw the car approaching and pulling up in front of her store, she quickly ran to the car and opened the door. Yannick got out of the car, and Clara took a good look at him, fearing that something had happened to him.Worried, Clara asked her son, "Did he...do anything to you?" Yannick shook his head, and Clara finally shifted her gaze to Wilson. "Mr. Birch, I hope you can inform me
"Watch something? What the hell did he show you?!" Clara thought about what Wilson had said before leaving."He showed me a practice for wrestling," Yanny said, his eyes shining with a different light for the first time. "It's completely different from Taekwondo."Unlike the various stances in Taekwondo, wrestling was far more direct and effective in dodging the opponent's attack and giving a good counterattack. Taekwondo was less practical compared to that."You liked what you saw today? So you don't like Taekwondo anymore?" Clara asked."Because wrestling will make me stronger! I'll protect Mom better!" Yannick said with a little voice.Clara listened, and it pained her a little knowing that her son gained his early wisdom due to the hardships of life."I know you've always wanted to protect me, but you're still a child. You shouldn't be living with this burden. Let me protect you now. All you have to do is grow up well. You can protect Mom when you're old enough, okay?"It wo
Wilson was about to say something when Clara's cell phone rang. He saw the name Peter Wall when Clara answered the phone."What's wrong, Peter?" Clara asked."Clara? Can you keep an eye out for me? If you see Riley, please call me right away." Peter sounded very anxious.Clara was surprised. "What happened? Is Riley missing?""Yeah. I took her with me today, but I was too busy at the store, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye. I've already checked the surveillance recording in the area and saw her riding her bike down the street. She went out of the surveillance range, and I've already called the police," Peter explained."Riley said she wanted to play with Yanny again, so I thought she might come here. If you see her, please let me know." Despite saying that, Peter thought the possibility of Riley coming to Clara's store was slim. Riley was only three years old. Although Riley had been to Clara's store with him, how could such a young child remember the directions to get t