My Dreamy Old Husband

They stood like that for half an hour. The whole time, the office was deathly quiet. Even a crying Xyla dared not make a sound. There was a storm brewing in the office, and right in the center of the storm was Joel Fletcher.

It was calm before the storm, and the atmosphere made everyone breathless. The air conditioning had not been turned on, and everyone was sweating. However, no one dared to breathe too hard, much less wipe their sweat.

Seeing that it was already ten thirty, Joel finally flung the file in his hand, and it landed on the table with a smack. Everyone jerked to attention, their body strung tight with tension.

Joel stood up with a predatory gaze, and something shifted in the air. It was as if there was an invisible energy wave, and it made everyone stand up straighter subconsciously.

“What the h*ll happened?” Joel looked distant and untouchable, and his voice was unbearably cold. “The one who got beaten up speaks first,” he said in a cold voice, pointing at Richard.

Richard stepped forward and pointed at Sophia. “She started it; she hit my girlfriend first, and when I went to stop her, she beat me up!” Richard had had enough of Sophia being unreasonable. She had done so many repugnant things in order to get everyone’s attention, and he wanted her to be expelled immediately from the barracks.

Joel did not respond, but looked at Xyla and asked, “What about you?”

Tears running down her face, Xyla said, “She hit me first, and when Richard tried to save me, she even hit Richard.”

Joel remained quiet, pacing in front of three for two whole laps. The brim of his military cap cast a shadow which covered his whole face, but they could still see a pair of piercing eyes staring at them.

Looking at Sophia, Joel finally asked, “Did you hit them?”

hit them.” In a strong voice, Sophia replied

his voice carried a

him straight in the eye and said, “This is our private

went still for a few seconds. It was Quinton Clark who broke the silence by laughing out loud. The rest couldn’t bring themselves to laugh, as the general was

was the first to protest. “General, this is not what happened. How can someone be so stupid as to let others beat them up? It was Sophia who

Between a commoner and a rich student, they were naturally biased in favor of the latter. They just wanted the interrogation to end and see the guilty party punished, so that they could quickly head

the blame upon someone else, when it was indeed him who

two cents and said, “Yes, General, it was Sophia that started it by hitting Xyla and Richard! The beatings were so violent and scary that

he only spared her a brief glance. Then, his eyes surveyed those in front of him, only to return to stare at the three involved. He looked at the bruised Richard and composed Sophia before asking coldly, “You,

answer. He was 180 cm, while Sophia was only 160 cm. In comparison, he looked tall and

in high school, she was a part-time courier in the girls dormitory, carrying two buckets of water up seven or eight floors, and was still able

training course. At that moment, Xyla couldn’t stop herself from adding, “Richard and Sophia

the three of them and asked, “What

but was stopped by Joel’s glare. “Shut up. Let her speak.”

dared

two felt guilty, so they voluntarily let me beat them up, to let their conscience feel a little better,”