Chapter 406 Demetrius and Jerold Fight
Seb shot him a frosty look, "How do you know?"
Victor shrugged, "Grace has been sneaking around, making calls behind my back. I checked her call records, and most of them are international."
Victor's face was blank, like he was talking about someone else's problem.
The office went dead quiet. Seb narrowed his eyes, weighing whether Victor was telling the truth.
Victor felt his heart race, worried Seb might not buy it. He quickly added, "Give me this project, and I'll keep tabs on Grace and report back to you every day."
"Victor, Grace is your wife, someone you've loved for years. Can I really trust you?"
Seeing the doubt in Seb's eyes, Victor changed his expression. "I stopped loving Grace ages ago. If you hadn't forced me to marry her for the Edwards Group five years ago, she wouldn't even be alive now!"
Seb's eyes grew colder as he watched Victor try to distance himself from Grace. "Get out. I don't need you spying on Grace for me."
"What about the project?" Victor's eyes darted to the documents on the table, a flicker of greed in them.
Seb pulled his hand back, his face expressionless. "Take it, but no one can know you were here at Silvercrest Group today."
"Don't worry, I won't say a word."
Seb didn't respond, picking up the documents, clearly dismissing Victor.
Victor didn't dare push his luck, snatching the documents and leaving in a hurry.
Once the door closed, Seb set the documents down, a mix of emotions in his eyes.
Seb and Victor used to be on the same page, but ever since Grace came back, they'd drifted apart, leading to this mess.
Without dwelling on it, Seb called Paul into the office.
"Look into Grace, and find out who she's been contacting abroad. I want detailed info in three days," Seb ordered.
"Yes, Mr. Smith," Paul replied.
Seb picked up the documents again, but his mind was racing. Why would foreign forces be interested in Sharon? She'd never been abroad and hadn't wronged anyone.
As for Grace, if she had the power to use foreign forces against Sharon, she would've escaped when she was forced to marry Victor five years ago.
No matter what, he wouldn't let anyone hurt Sharon!
Seb gripped the documents tightly, a cold fury radiating from him.
Around noon, Sharon headed to the top floor to find Seb.
Paul was waiting by the elevator. "Ms. Roach, Mr. Smith is still in a meeting, and it's unclear when it'll end. He asked you to have lunch first and not wait for him."
Sharon nodded, "Got it."
"I'll head back to the meeting room. If you need anything, just message or call me," Paul said.
"Alright," Sharon replied.
Paul was clearly swamped. As soon as Sharon finished speaking, he hurried back to the meeting room.
Sharon walked into Seb's office and settled on the sofa, planning to rest a bit and wait to have lunch with him. Just as Sharon pulled out her phone, it started ringing.
Seeing it was Demetrius's teacher, Connie Price, Sharon felt her heart skip a beat, and she quickly answered.
"Ms. Roach, please come quickly. Demetrius got into a fight with a classmate and hurt him!"
Sharon's face went pale, and she jumped up. "Okay, I'm on my way."
She arrived at the kindergarten just before one o'clock.
As she reached the office door, she heard a cold female voice inside, "I don't care who this kid's parents are. My son was beaten up, and I'm calling the police! See you in court!"
Just as Sharon was about to enter, the door swung open, and a well-dressed woman walked out, holding the hand of a four or five-year-old boy.
Seeing Sharon, the woman stopped dead in her tracks. "It's you!"
Sharon was just as shocked to see that the kid who fought with Demetrius was Ayla's son, Jerold Wendy.
Her eyes shifted to Jerold, who Ayla was holding.
Sharon could see that Jerold's features were a mix of Ayla and Leo.
Jerold had a cut on his forehead. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but the dried blood on his face made it look pretty bad.
Connie rushed out of the office after them. Seeing Sharon, she quickly said, "Ms. Roach, you're here. This is the classmate Demetrius injured and his parent."
Then she turned to Ayla, "Ms. Bridges, since Ms. Roach is here, why don't we go back to the office and discuss how to resolve this? After all, they're in the same class, and taking it to the police wouldn't be good."
Ayla sneered, "I don't think that's necessary. I insist on making a big deal out of this! I won't let my son be in the same class as someone who beats up his classmates. Either he leaves, or my son leaves!"
With that, Ayla stormed off, dragging Jerold with her.
Connie frowned and looked at Sharon, "Ms. Roach, maybe you should visit Ms. Bridges and ask for her forgiveness?"
Seeing Connie's concern, Sharon nodded, "Ms. Price, don't worry. I'll handle this. I want to check on Demetrius first."
Before jumping to conclusions, Sharon wanted to understand what really happened.
"Alright," Connie responded.
As soon as Sharon stepped into the office, she saw Demetrius standing in a corner, looking disheveled, with messy hair, shoe prints on his clothes, and several scratches on his face, though not as bad as Jerold's.
Sharon quickly walked over to Demetrius and squatted down, checking him over. Seeing he wasn't hurt elsewhere, she asked, "Demetrius, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Demetrius shook his head, knowing he was in trouble, so he looked down, too guilty to meet Sharon's eyes.
Sharon gently patted his head and softly said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. Can you tell me what happened?"
Before Demetrius could speak, Connie interjected, "Ms. Roach, it started this morning. Jerold had worn his new shoes to school, but Demetrius accidentally stepped on them. Jerold demanded an apology, but Demetrius refused, and they started fighting. Demetrius accidentally pushed Jerold, who hit his head on the table corner and got injured."
Sharon looked at Connie and said calmly, "Ms. Price, I understand, but I want to hear from Demetrius."
Sharon knew Demetrius well. If he was at fault, he would never refuse to apologize, so there had to be more to the story.
Connie frowned, clearly annoyed, "Ms. Roach, are you saying you don't trust what I'm telling you?"
Sharon smiled slightly, "Ms. Price, it's not that I don't trust you, but I can't just listen to one side. I need to hear what Demetrius has to say as well."
Connie didn't respond, but her face darkened, showing her displeasure.
Sharon didn't mind and turned to Demetrius, "Demetrius, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I will support you. If you're not at fault, I won't force you to apologize. If you are, I'll go with you to apologize, okay?"
Under Sharon's gentle voice, Demetrius finally spoke, "I didn't do anything wrong. He stepped on my shoes first and called me a bastard. That's why we fought. And I didn't step on his shoes or push him."
As he spoke, Demetrius's eyes reddened.
Sharon gently patted his head and softly said, "Alright, I'll handle this."
She stood up and looked at Connie, "Ms. Price, you heard what Demetrius said. If I remember correctly, there are cameras in their classroom."
As long as they checked the footage, they would know who was at fault.
Just as Connie was about to speak, a stern voice came from the doorway, "The school's cameras have been broken for the past few days and haven't been fixed yet, so we can't check the footage."
Sharon turned around to see a woman with black-framed glasses and meticulously combed hair walking in.
She was dressed in a black business suit, holding several documents, and had a serious expression, clearly holding an important position at the school.
Sure enough, the next second, Connie addressed her, "Ms. Morrison, what brings you here?"
The kindergarten's vice principal, Cynthia Morrison, didn't answer her but looked at Sharon with a stern gaze, "Ms. Roach, I understand your protective instincts, but regardless of who is at fault, Jerold is seriously injured and may have a scar. Demetrius should apologize out of courtesy and reason."
The Bridges Group invested millions of dollars in the kindergarten every year. Between an ordinary student's parent and the school's benefactor, she knew which side not to offend.
Sharon frowned slightly, "Ms. Morrison, it's unreasonable to ask Demetrius to apologize before the matter is clarified. I believe Demetrius wouldn't harm someone without reason."
Cynthia's face darkened, "Ms. Roach, you must understand that the school has its difficulties. The Bridges family's contributions to the school are significant. We don't want to escalate the situation, and asking Demetrius to apologize isn't an excessive request."
"I won't let Demetrius be wronged, and it's Ms. Bridges who wants to escalate the matter. I've always aimed to resolve it."
"If you insist on being unreasonable, I'll have to expel Demetrius."
Hearing this, Sharon looked at her coldly, "Ms. Morrison, are you threatening me with expulsion?"
"I don't want it to come to that, so I hope you consider carefully what to do."
Sharon nodded, "I understand your point, Ms. Morrison, but even if it means expulsion, I won't compromise. Since the cameras are broken, we can ask the other children present. We can find the truth. We can't just assume Demetrius is at fault because there's no footage."
At this moment, Demetrius, who had been standing quietly, grabbed Sharon's hand, "Mom, I really didn't push him. He lunged at me to hit me, but I dodged, and he fell and got hurt."
"Alright, I'll find out the truth. If you're not at fault, I won't make you apologize," Sharon said.
Cynthia snorted, "Children's words are unreliable. This matter needs to be resolved quickly. Ms. Roach, I hope you can be rational and not complicate things further."
Connie looked troubled, unsure how to handle the situation.
Sharon stood her ground, staring directly at Cynthia, "I will resolve this rationally, but not in a wrong way. I will investigate the truth myself and clear Demetrius's name."
Seeing Sharon's unwavering stance, Cynthia changed into a cold expression.
"I advise you to think carefully. If you truly offend the Bridges family, no kindergarten in Metropolis will accept your son."
The office fell silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Sharon raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "Ms. Morrison, I don't know if you've handled similar situations by making the less affluent parents apologize regardless of the truth, but until I'm sure Demetrius is at fault, I won't apologize."
With that, Sharon took Demetrius and left.
Cynthia's angry voice echoed behind them, "You'll regret this!"
Sharon didn't look back, not even pausing, as she left with Demetrius.
Outside the kindergarten, Sharon hailed a cab to take Demetrius home.
Throughout the ride, Demetrius remained unusually silent.
It wasn't until they reached the villa's entrance that he looked up at Sharon and cautiously asked, "Mom, did I cause trouble?"
Seeing the unease and fear in his eyes, Sharon squatted down in front of him and gently said, "Demetrius, as long as you told me the truth, you did nothing wrong."
"Really?"
"Really. When have I ever lied to you?"
Hearing this, Demetrius finally breathed a sigh of relief, but soon worry filled his eyes again. "But I heard Jerold's parents are very rich. Will they retaliate against us?"
Sharon couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't worry, I'll protect you. You don't need to be afraid."
"Okay."
"Let's go inside. We need to clean your wounds and you need a bath and a change of clothes. You won't go to kindergarten today. We'll wait until this matter is resolved."
If the kindergarten maintained this attitude, Sharon wouldn't let Demetrius stay there.
Sharon led Demetrius into the villa. Dana, seeing Demetrius's disheveled state, turned pale with fright. "What happened to Demetrius?"
"He got into a fight with a classmate at school. Dana, could you please bring the first aid kit? I need to treat Demetrius's wounds."
"Of course, right away!"
After treating and disinfecting Demetrius's wounds, Sharon asked Dana to help him with a bath while she took a cab to the company.
Meanwhile, on the way to the hospital, Ayla called Leo.
Jerold's wound had just been treated when Leo arrived. "How is he? What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"
Ayla snorted, "He needed three stitches. What do you think?"
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