Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1805

The woman’s harangue left the teacher’s face completely flushed. For a moment, the poor teacher stammered as words failed her.

Arianne drew a sharp breath. “Excuse me, ma’am, but what you’ve accused just now was pure slander. Look, they are kids about two- or three-years-old; they got into a bit of a scuffle, but there's still nothing a mutual cooperation between parents cannot achieve, right? You putting on this overdramatic attitude is a bit excessive, ma’am. Sure, I’ll be mad if my son was the one being hit too, but what’s done is done. The only thing left for us to do is to get together calmly and solve this together; a verbiage just isn’t helpful.”

“Yes, Mrs. Tremont has got a point,” the teacher quickly piggybacked on Arianne’s rejoinder. “Especially when it really isn’t as serious as you’re making it out to be, ma’am. Just a bit of a nosebleed, honestly. If the medical check-up revealed nothing serious, then I think some medical compensation as well as a private talk with your children should suffice. “Look, I’ve been in the business of young children’s education for many years—I’ve seen a lion’s share of similar incidents. Really, there is no need to fan this into an issue of hurt feelings and resentment, yes? Children are unpredictable this way, and we adults often don’t understand their reasoning. The only way we can play a role is in guiding them.”

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, the victim’s mother refused to relent and concede. She reacted as if the wounded child was the emperor of their household, and any physical attack was a severe crime that should only be settled by a large sum of compensation and a retaliatory action—the woman threatened to persuade the pre-school into suspending Smore and Lil’ P.

Arianne was not in the mood to argue with shrews like these. From the looks of it, she was a woman in her thirties who dressed extravagantly enough to imply that she might belong to the upper-class. Regretfully, none of her effort to look the part imbibed the couth and grace of the class she so desperately tried to portray; instead, she acted like a boorish harpy.

Arianne’s head was just about to hum when Tiffany had arrived. Seeing her friend inside the office, the two exchanged an embarrassed smile. “Hi?”

Tiffany’s first reaction was to question her son first. “What did you do? You literally just enrolled into the school and already you punched someone in the face?”

Seeing Tiffany regain her composure relieved the teacher, who exhaled a sigh. “All right, I’ve checked our CCTV footage and here’s what it shows. During their class, her son had snatched Plato’s toy. Likely owing to how young he is, Plato couldn’t get the toy back, so he went to his best friend, Aristotle, and he… Well, Aristotle threw a punch on her son’s face,” she recounted. After a pause, she added, “Mrs. Tremont, if I may be frank—I think your son has quite an anger management issue. Beating people up isn’t the way to solve disputes, so please, talk to him about this at home, okay? You’ve seen how the child’s mother reacted, too, which is also… less than stellar, I’d say? Either way, we should all strive for concession in harmony; that makes things much easier to solve, too.”

Never in a million years did Arianne ever imagine Smore to be the instigator, and now, she was embarrassed. “I... see. Thank you for letting me know. I’ll definitely educate him about this properly.”

Smore suddenly sneered. “Educate me, why? I mean, only a dirt-poor hobo would snatch someone’s toy... What a barbarian!”