Chapter 339 Your Son Got Injured in a Fight


    “Hello, is this Jared’s mother? Your son has been injured in a fight at school. Can youe over now?” An anxious female voice


    sounded at the other end.


    Anastasia sprang up in terror. “What? My son is injured?” she asked in a panicky tone.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    At this moment, Elliot’s chair scraped the floor as he also rose to his feet. His gorgeous face was visibly tense as he stared at


    Anastasia anxiously, who was still on the phone.


    In the next second, he grabbed her wrist and stormed out of the conference room while she was still listening to the teacher on


    the phone.


    For a few seconds, the conference room fell silent as everyone was taken aback by the scene.


    It is Anastasia’s son that is injured. Why would President Presgrave get so anxious as if he were the child’s father?


    Could it be that the father of Anastasia’s son is President Presgrave?


    At that moment, Aliona’s expression turned upset as if someone had pped her on her face.


    Anastasia seemed to deliberately and repeatedly disy Elliot''s love for her in front of Aliona to the point where he was even


    concerned about Anastasia’s son.


    “Cough. Let''s continue with the meeting.” Felicia made an awkward cough before she reminded the crowd.


    As she sat in the car, Anastasia was nervous and worried. The teacher didn’t clearly exin the situation on the phone. She only


    mentioned that another child was also injured as a result of a fight besides her son.


    She ced her hand on the forehead and sighed. How could my son possibly fight?


    On the driver’s seat was Elliot driving with a menacing expression. He stepped on the elerator hard and dashed across the


    street.


    Anastasia’s thoughts were focused on her son, so she didn’t think the speed was deathly fast, but she was appreciative of what


    Elliot was doing for her as she could feel his concern for her son.


    At this moment, her cell phone rang. She took the phone out and noticed it was an unknown number, but she picked it up hastily.


    “Hello?” she answered.


    “You are Jared’s mother, aren''t you? Is this how you educate your child? Your son has harmed my son! Just you wait to be


    prosecuted and | will make sure that your son is forced out of school.” A sharp and arrogant female voice sounded from the


    phone.


    Anastasia scowled. Obviously, the woman was the mother of another injured child.


    “Hi there. I’m still on the way, but | will inquire about the incident once | have arrived,” Anastasia replied politely.


    “Hmph! What do you need to know? Just quicklye over to apologize and process the withdrawal application for your son!”


    After saying that, the woman hung up the phone.


    Anastasia’s worries intensified. Did my son throw the first punch?


    Elliot had also heard the arrogant female voice through the phone, so he turned his head andforted her, “Don’t worry, Jared


    will not be kicked out of school.” Not while | am here.


    “| want to understand the situation before we jump to a conclusion. | believe that Jared will not take the initiative to hit people,”


    she said with a sigh.


    He parked his car at the kindergarten’s main gate when they arrived. At once, she dashed out of the car and strode toward the


    school while she was closely followed by him.


    As they walked into the kindergarten, a teacher led her to the school''s assistant room, where the principal was gently coaxing a


    woman. It seemed that the shrill female voice belonged to the woman who was fashionably dressed and wearing an excessive


    amount of jewels.


    At first nce, they could tell that she was from a background that held a high status and power in society.


    “Mommy!” Anastasia noticed her son was being punished by sitting on the chair when she recognized a familiar voice.


    Immediately, she dashed over to Jared and hugged him firmly. “Jared, look at me. Where are you hurt?” she promptly asked.


    Jared pointed to his forehead where there was a noticeable bruise.


    Aconcerned Elliot squatted down and looked at Jared before asking calmly, “Who caused this bruise, Jared?”


    Jared pointed at a chubby child standing next to the teacher. “It was him who whacked me,” he responded.


    “Who threw the first punch, Jared?” Anastasia asked.


    “He was the one who first bullied Tracey, and he beat me when | tried to protect her. | only shoved him after he made the first


    move,” he exined as his eyes shed with indignation.


    She realized that his son was fighting righteously, but while she stroked Jared’s head and tried tofort him, a shrill female


    voice sounded behind them.