Chapter 563 Getting Beat
Dominic Sinclair had always struggled with his grades. His admission to the school was a courtesy of his parents' generous donation of a new building. As the single child in the Sinclair family, Dominic was spoiled rotten. He had grown accustomed to throwing his weight around like a petty tyrant.
Dominic and Charles had started school around the same time, and during their first examination, Charles had scored a perfect score, ranking first in their grade. Dominic, meanwhile, lagged with barely over thirty percent, placing him at the bottom. For that reason, Dominic had set his sights on Charles.
However, Charles rarely showed up at school, but today, Dominic seized his chance. As Dominic's mocking words came to a halt, a few cronies that always hung around him began to jeer loudly.
"Valedictorian? Maybe he read himself, stupid."
"What a bookworm,."
Despite the jeers, Charles remained unfazed. Then, a sweet, mellow voice came from the doorway.
"Charles!"
Charles brushed off the chalk dust from his sleeve and ignored Dominic, picking up his backpack and heading for the door. Dominic couldn't stand being ignored. He blocked Charles's path and shoved him. "Are you an idiot, deaf, and mute, Charles? Can't hear when someone's talking to you?"
The moment Dominic finished speaking, a sudden flurry of motion took place behind him. Then, Dominic's rear end was solidly kicked. Dominic nearly lost his balance and almost fell.
"You dare to hit my brother?"
The kicker was Chicago, who now stood protectively in front of Charles, her arms wide and eyes glaring fiercely at Dominic.
"You kicked me?" Dominic's face turned red with rage. He lifted his hand to slap Chicago, but she nimbly dodged and tripped him, following it up with two solid punches.
Charles was stunned. Stuart and Mike had occasionally taught his sister some self-defense. Chicago had picked it up quite well, but Charles had never imagined that she would actually put it to use in a real fight.
"Who taught you to bully people? Admit you're wrong!"
Chicago pinned Dominic to the ground and gave him a beating. Then, he forcefully bent back one of Dominic's fingers, demanding answers with a fierce intensity. Dominic, terrified and in excruciating pain from his bent finger, burst into tears.
"I'm going to tell my grandma, and she'll beat you and your sibling to death!"
At that moment, the teacher, hearing the commotion, came over.
"Chicago!"
Charles snapped out of it and stepped forward, pulling at Chicago's hand and shielding her behind him.
"Teacher, she hit me!" Dominic sat up, his nose bleeding profusely from some bump or fall, pointing at Chicago and crying out loud.
"It was you who pushed my brother first," Chicago said defensively.
"What's going on? What's happening?" Xavier rushed over, looking concerned.
Darwin, although he drove the children to school and picked them up every day, typically never showed himself and stayed in the car. Today, noticing that Charles and Chicago hadn't come out at the expected time, he sent Xavier to check on them. Upon arriving, Xavier was met with the standoffish scene of the three children.
He glanced at Dominic, who was crying with a bleeding nose and ran towards Charles and Chicago. "Chicago, Charles, are you okay?" he asked anxiously.
"We're fine," Charles replied calmly. "Let our parents know, and we might need to call a lawyer."
Dominic's nosebleed resulted in a trip to the nearby hospital. Upon hearing the news, Fiona rushed over hurriedly. As she was parking, a Rolls-Royce arrived at the same time. Several people stepped out, all upset and agitated.
"Which damn fool dared to hit my grandson! I'm going to fight them with everything I've got today!"
Fiona watched as they hurried past, feeling a twinge between her eyebrows.
It wasn't long before she spotted Chicago, nestled in Darwin's arms.
"Mommy," Chicago called out somewhat guiltily.
"Honey, Chicago's not to blame for this," Darwin said earnestly, trying to defend his daughter.
"Come here," Fiona beckoned to Chicago, her expression stern.
Chicago pouted, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Honey..." Darwin attempted to interject.
Fiona looked at Chicago and remained silent.
With her head bowed in a gesture of remorse, Chicago gently withdrew from her father's embrace and made her way over to Fiona.
"Why did you hit someone?" Fiona asked.
"He was bullying my brother," Chicago answered.
Fiona had already fully understood the situation and knew exactly why Chicago had resorted to hitting.
Fiona asked sternly, "He bullied your brother, so you think it's okay to hit people? Isn't there another way to handle this? Does it have to be through violence?"
Chicago's stubbornness flared up. "It's not okay to bully my brother," she stated, her voice rising.
She rarely raised her voice to Fiona.
"Mommy..." Charles intervened quickly, moving closer. "Chicago won't do it again, I'll teach her."
Fiona was aware. The altercation today had been initiated by Dominic. However, she couldn't allow Chicago to develop a bad habit of resorting to violence whenever she encountered a problem.
In the vast expanse of the classroom, numerous desks and chairs filled the space. Children often lack an understanding of the repercussions of their actions. Today's incident, resulting in nothing more than a bloody nose for the boy, serves as a stark reminder. There were possibilities of similar situation could have resulted in a fatal head injury or serious harm.
Even more dire consequences loomed over the situation. Chicago could have failed to emerge victorious in the altercation, sustaining injuries herself or facing even graver repercussions.
Once you develop a habit of solving problems with violence, trouble is inevitable.
"Chicago, henceforth, if you fail to acknowledge your misdeeds, I won't engage with you," Fiona stated firmly.
Upon hearing this, Chicago started to cry in a heartbroken tone.
"Mommy!" she called out, reaching for Fiona's hand.
Fiona stepped away.
Darwin watched, his heart aching, but he didn't say a word because of Fiona's imposing presence. He went over and picked up Chicago, comforting her gently on her back. "Everything will be alright when Mommy isn't mad anymore."
Chicago couldn't understand, "I was protecting Charles. Why is Mommy angry?"
Darwin thought for a moment before replying softly, "Chicago, Mommy doesn't want you to solve problems with violence. Think about it, if Dominic is bigger and stronger than you, what if you get hurt fighting? Mommy would be so upset, wouldn't she?"
Chicago still didn't understand.
"Next time something like this happens, you tell me and I'll handle it, okay?" Darwin continued to console her.
Chicago, nestled against his shoulder, cried openly. At five and a half years old, she couldn't grasp adult logic and simply nodded, her tears flowing even more freely.
A moment later, a voice erupted at the door. "Who's the ill-mannered brat who hurt my grandson?" An elderly lady, clad in designer clothes, was shouting as she entered.
Darwin swiftly shielded Chicago's ears from the conversation, his expression turning stern with a steely gaze.
Fiona glanced sideways, her expression turning grave. Teaching her child was one thing. How the adults resolved their issues was another.
Someone had failed to discipline their child, and now that child had targeted her own, Charles and Chicago. As for that child's parents, they were not going to get away with it so easily.
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