The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 51 “My son is so precious that no one has ever laid even a finger on him since he was born. So, how dare a cripple’s daughter hit him? “I’ve gotta let all of you know that no one can even touch a single hair on my son’s

body!”

Mr. Lowe huffed coldly, picked up his cup of tea, and took a sip.

Haughty disdain filled the faces of the little boy and his mother.

The few teachers that were in the office looked at how arrogant this family of three is and frowned.

They were displeased with the aggressive, unforgiving attitude displayed by them.

However, what could they dare say if Principal Leed herself was so polite and courteous to Mr. Lowe?

“No room for discussion?”

Sean Lennon looked at Mr. Lowe and spoke faintly. “Who are you to have any discussion with me?” Mr. Lowe glanced at Sean’s wheelchair and snickered arrogantly, aggressively, unforgivingly.

“Okay.”

Sean nodded slightly. “Let’s… not discuss it then.” As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled Candy gently before him.

“Candy, tell me. You and this little boy. Who started it?”

His tone was gentle and kind, effectively soothing the fear and anxiety in Candy.

Candy lowered her head, her face colored with inferiority as she said weakly, “He wanted my toy, I didn’t give it to him, so he bit me. When I pushed him away, I accidentally scratched his face…”

Leah’s heart was throbbing with pain as she looked at the bite mark on her daughter’s

arin.

to pass the toy to my

the moon, we

toy. Why won’t you give it

bite you again if you don’t give me the toy next time.” That little boy’s eyes were

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back and cowered. “Don’t worry,

can be however you

and about, no one

that woman and before she could say anything, he looked at Principal Leed and said, “Principal Leed, everything

started it. How should we move on about the fact that he hurt

said with feigned righteousness. “It’s his fault

child retaliated. So,

much sense that no one could find

in agreement. The way they taught the kids was, ‘if someone hits you, you should

was good. However, it had become an excuse for Principal

teeth and

tears were threatening to fall from

“You bring Candy out.

a chat

looked at Candy’s mother and

“…Okay.”

stunned. When she came back to her

don’t wanna say sorry to

was still tugging onto Sean’s shirt,

“Okay, Uncle Sean understands.”

nodded. He watched

closes, the smile on Sean’s