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Kyson’s eyes softened as he regarded Destinee, while the principal crouched down to her level, echoing Kyson’s thoughtful gesture.

“Destinee, can you tell me why you hit Myron? What makes you think he deserved it?”

With a scowl on her face, Destinee pointed accusatorily at Myron, who was already bandaged, and voiced her grievance.

“He 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!”

With her hands planted firmly on her hips, Destinee resembled a defiant little puffer fish.

“My brother may not attend kindergarten, but he’s more astute than me.

I won’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of him!”

The principal was taken aback.

She hadn’t anticipated Destinee would be so fiercely protective of her brother.

It appeared Destinee’s parents had instilled strong values in her.

The principal gazed at Kyson’s profile with admiration.

What a wealthy and handsome man! If only he were single.

Myron’s mother appeared embarrassed, but she continued to retort, “Even if my son made inappropriate remarks, she had no right to strike him.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She’s just a child, yet displaying such brutality.

What if she grows up to be a murderer?”

Upon seeing Kyson’s intense glare, Myron’s mother fell silent abruptly, startled by his severity.

Kyson’s expression was so stern that it seemed to freeze the air around them.

How dare that child insult Colby by calling him “rubbish”? 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.

“You refuse to apologize or offer compensation.

However, it remains a fact that Destinee struck Myron.

This matter won’t be resolved until you offer a solution.

”

Myron’s mother sat back down, arms crossed, indicating she wouldn’t leave until the matter was resolved.

The principal intervened with an apologetic smile.

“Mrs.

Greville, please remain calm.

It’s not uncommon for children to quarrel.

Since everyone is here, I believe we can find a resolution.

”

Myron’s mother let out a disdainful snort.

Throughout the exchange, Kyson remained silent, refusing to engage regardless of what Myron’s mother said.

Ring, ring.

The ringtone shattered the tense silence.

It was Kyson’s phone.

Unlocking the screen, he read the message, a smile tugging at his lips.

Finally, he spoke.

“Lewis Greville, a twenty-year employee of Super Group, yet to make any significant achievements, always remaining an ordinary employee.

”

He looked at the woman and continued, “Becky Greville, a hairdresser.

You previously worked in a nightclub before marriage.

Is that correct?”