Chapter 127 I Want Ethan
Hannah was shocked by the bright red handprint on her daughter's face.
She couldn't fathom that this malicious woman would have the audacity to strike a five-year-old girl.
"You've gone too far!"
Hannah scolded the heavyset woman with fierce indignation before hurriedly picking up Camila.
"Ladies, this is a school! Mrs. Juliet, how could you even think of hitting a child here? Hit me if you want; I can take a little hardship, but Camila is just so young; how could you bring yourself to do that?"
Setting aside her grievances, Ms. Klein stepped forward to reason with the chubby woman.
But obviously, reasoning with such a woman was futile.
Her response to Ms. Klein was a second slap in the face!
"You come here to whine about your kid getting slighted and think you can take it out on someone else? I don't care how little this brat is. If she dares to mess with my son, she will pay! And you can't even keep your daughter in line—so I'll take it out on you too!"
As she spoke, the woman charged at Hannah.
"Do you think I'm scared of you?" Hannah retorted, her patience spent.
She hadn't expected this woman to be so irrationally aggressive. Realizing the situation was beyond repair, Hannah decided not to hold back and slapped the woman hard across her flushed face.
With a crisp "smack," a distinct handprint appeared on the woman's cheek, taking her several seconds to comprehend that Hannah had hit back.
"You dared to hit me?" the woman asked incredulously.
"This is exactly what you deserve! That slap was for Ms. Klein. I'm getting it back for her. You slapped my daughter, so here's two for you."
Hannah slapped the woman's face again.
Despite the woman's size, her agility and reaction couldn't match up, and she didn't dodge in time—or perhaps Hannah was just too fast.
Never underestimate the force a woman can unleash when she's angry!
"Ah! I'm gonna have it out with you!" The furious woman lunged at Hannah, looking to use her size to overpower her.
But Hannah wasn't about to tangle with her. Grabbing a desk lamp, she brandished it at the aggressor. "If you dare to hurt anyone here again, I won't hesitate to claim self-defense!"
The woman froze, her tough act crumbling upon seeing Hannah's desperate stance.
"Fine, you're tough, but just wait. I'm calling my husband over. Do you think he won't put you in your place?" The woman whipped out her phone, dialing as she threatened Hannah.
"You’re relying on a man because you can't handle it yourself, and you still have the nerve to spout off here. I want to see how 'impressive' your husband is!"
Hannah laughed furiously, clearly pushed to her breaking point.
Had the hefty woman not slapped Camila, Hannah might have reasoned with her or sought to smooth things over. But the slap crossed a line, and she found the woman's actions utterly unforgivable.
"Hannah, her husband is like a big-shot CEO! Rumor has it that he's connected to the mob. We can't afford to mess with these people!"
Ms. Klein's face turned pale, and she quickly reached out to whisper a warning in Hannah's ear.
The mention of Harold made Hannah pause. This guy was a big deal in Novaria. Although not quite rubbing shoulders with the elite families and their conglomerates, he was still a force to be reckoned with–not someone Hannah could afford to provoke.
Yet, pride can be as precious as a breath of incense; Hannah was not in the wrong today and refused to believe there was nowhere to turn for justice.
"Don't worry, Ms. Klein. I'll handle it. Whatever happens next, it won't involve you."
Hannah understood Ms. Klein's concerns. After all, what ordinary preschool teacher had the guts to offend the boss of a major conglomerate?
"You'll see, you won't be so bold once my husband arrives! I swear I'll make you pay! I’ll make sure you're humiliated and cast out onto the street for everyone to see the fate of a vixen like you!"
The chubby woman hung up the phone, feeling emboldened knowing her husband was on his way. She didn't dare make a move against Hannah, considering the table lamp in Hannah's hand.
Why risk anything when her husband's arrival would soon turn the tables in her favor?
"Mommy... I want Ethan. Can you call Ethan over for me?"
Then, Camila, cuddled in Hannah's arms, spoke up.
Caught off guard, Hannah hadn't expected her daughter to think of Ethan Wilson, especially now. She had considered reaching out to Ethan for help, but since he'd kept his distance, she hesitated to ask directly.
Yet Camila's request sparked an idea in Hannah, providing a perfect excuse to call Ethan.
"Sure, honey. I'll call Ethan, and you can talk to him, okay?"
Hannah dialed Ethan's number and handed the phone to Camila, who gripped it tightly and mimicked her mother's way of talking on the phone.
At that moment, Ethan had just escorted Sarah to the doorstep of her mansion and was about to leave when his phone rang with Hannah's call.
"What's up?"
Ethan Wilson answered the call with a casual hello.
"Ethan, can you come to the daycare as soon as possible? A mean lady is bullying Mom. She even threatened to have her husband come and gang up on my mom."
But the voice on the phone wasn't Hannah's. It was Camila, her voice tinged with the brink of tears.
Ethan's expression darkened instantly. "Sweetie, don't worry. Just hand the phone over to your mom, okay?"
"Sorry to bother you, Ethan. The little one insisted on calling you; I didn't mean to drag you into this."
Hannah's voice came through the phone soon after.
"No problem. What exactly is going on?"
While starting his car and heading towards the daycare, Ethan inquired about the situation.
Hannah gave a brief explanation.
"Just give me a few minutes; I'll be there soon!"
After hanging up, Ethan's resolve was unmistakable.
Although he wanted to keep some distance from Hannah, upon hearing that a woman had slapped Camila, his restraint evaporated!
He hadn't known the kid for long but was already quite fond of her. Their instant bond made it impossible for him to ignore Camila's distress.
In the daycare, after ending her call with Ethan, Hannah felt relieved, trusting that the problem would be solved with Ethan's arrival.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to have a man on call. Who’s Ethan? Your backup daddy?" sneered the large woman, unabashedly mocking her.
In her eyes, no matter who Hannah called for help today, it was futile. Her husband, Harold, would be more than enough to handle any situation.
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