Chapter 122 – A Little Princess’s Journey from Darkness to Light Novel

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Ray was crying and cursing at the same time.

Lilly felt a bit itchy on her face and raised her hand to touch it.

Pablo noticed that she had scratched her face, and it was bleeding.

Pablo’s face was cold. “Who is this child’s grandmother? I’ll go find her tonight!”

This naughty child probably learned it from his grandmother.

Since Lilly beat the child up, Pablo should go to his parents.

Not only that, but he would also go to find Ray’s family’s dead ancestors.

Everyone in his family should be published.

Bettany never expected that the kindergarten would call her as soon as she returned home.

“What? Fighting?”

After hanging up the phone, Bettany hurriedly went to the kindergarten with Hugh.

On their way to kindergarten, they called Anthony.

Anthony said, “What? A fight? Is Lilly injured?”

The first thing Anthony asked was whether Lilly was injured or not. He then left the meeting halfway and rushed to the kindergarten.

On the way, Anthony called Blake.

Blake asked, “What? A fight? Did Lilly win?”

Anthony was speechless.

The first thing he asked was whether Lilly had won the fight or not.

It was his fault. How could he expect Blake, who dug up other people’s graves, scattered their ashes, and never followed the rules, to speak normally?

Blake snorted coldly after hanging up the phone, knowing it would not be severe for the fighting between the children in kindergarten.

Since it was not fatal, he should ask if his daughter had won the fight.

If they won, even if they were in pain, the other party would be in more pain than Lilly.

The other party would be more injured than Lilly if they were injured.

In any case, Lilly must not be on the losing end.

The driver of the Crawford family stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Under the fierce gaze of Anthony, Charlie also drove the car at the fastest speed while Blake was driving recklessly.

An hour later, Anthony, Bettany, Hugh, and Blake met at the kindergarten with solemn faces and icy eyes as they walked in.

The principal wanted to cry.

As expected, what he feared most would come.

Blake finally saw Lilly and another little boy who had fought with her in the office.

Lilly had several red scratches on her face, bleeding a little. After wiping some disinfectant iodine on it, it looked serious.

Ray also had bruises on his face and had wiped out some iodine. He would cry and howl from time to time.

Lilly was sitting on the sofa, her hands neatly folded on her knees, but she was fierce and said, “If you dare to hit someone, then don’t cry!”

Ray said, “I’ll let my grandma beat you to death!”

Lilly hummed and turned to see Blake coming in. She pouted and cried out in grief, “Daddy!”

Just a moment ago, she did not feel wronged. But for some reason, when she saw her daddy, Uncle Anthony, and grandparents coming, she suddenly felt sad.

Blake picked up Lilly, carefully checking her over before asking, “I heard you got into a fight?”

Lilly said, “Yeah…”

Blake asked, “Did you win?”

Lilly suddenly became happy and waved her little fists, “I won!”

The people around were all speechless.

Ray was afraid of Lilly’s tall father and dared not speak up because his parents had not yet arrived.

Blake looked around and sneered.

“Lilly, remember, we don’t bully others. But if someone bullies us, we will make them regret it. Understand?”

Lilly said, “Yes, yes, I got it.”

Hugh was stern and scary when he was silent. He scolded, “What’s going on?”

The principal hesitated and said, “Um… let me explain… Ms. Flora, can you explain?”

Flora was afraid but had to speak up, “During cla*s, Ray was mischievous and pulled Lilly’s clip and hair. Lilly got angry and fought back.”

Flora was very nervous. To be fair, it was not entirely Lilly’s fault.

Lilly had endured this three times before finally retaliating.

But before Flora could finish her sentence, an old lady with silver hair burst into the room.

She overheard their conversation and began to speak the moment she entered the room, “Huh, so you think it’s okay to hit someone after lightly pulling their hair? Who did it? Show yourself to me! Let me see which little brat is so aggressive.”

Ray ran over, crying and complaining, “Grandma! She hit me! Hmm, she even kicked my knee. It hurts so much!”

The old lady angrily scolded, “How dare you beat my precious grandson. Don’t you have any sense of reason? How did her parents teach her?”

Holding Lilly in his arms, Blake looked down at the old lady and sneered, “Come on, show me how you can turn things around.”

He thought the boy’s parents were reasonable before the old lady showed up, so they could discuss things. After all, it was normal for children to fight.

But who knew that they blamed Lilly first before they figured things out?

The old lady struggled to lift her neck and saw Blake, who was as tall as a street lamp.

She did not know who he was. She became even angrier.

“Do you have any reason to hit someone?” she asked.

Flora quickly explained, “You misunderstood! At first, Ray teased Lilly during breakfast, then disrupted Lilly’s self-introduction. Later, he pulled Lilly’s hair, and Lilly couldn’t take it anymore.”

The old lady could not believe it. She was furious and said, “What’s wrong with saying a word? Can’t children say anything hurtful? Is it too petty to hit someone for that?”

“Besides, which boy isn’t naughty and can’t be pinched a little by pulling his hair? Does that justify hitting someone?”

As a teacher, being impartial and resolving conflicts were necessary.

But perhaps it was because Lilly was too obedient, or maybe it was because the old lady’s words were too infuriating.

Flora removed the bunny hair clip and said, “Ray pulls her hair very hard.”

The hair clip was tangled in a small strand of hair, and one could imagine how hard it was pulled off.

Blake had a cold face.

Bettany, Hugh, and Anthony were also shivering with cold.

The principal was at a loss and reminded, “Ms. Flora…”

Flora took back the hair clip without expression, “During breakfast, Lilly ate a little more than usual. But Ray teased her, calling her Big Belly, who eats everything and leaves nothing behind.”

Flora continued, “Lilly is a transfer student who just arrived today. During her self-introduction, Ray called her Chubby Sweet Potato.”

The old lady was speechless. What’s wrong with calling someone Big Belly or Chubby Sweet Potato? It is normal for children to say whatever they think. They are innocent and cute.

It was Lilly’s first day here, and she did not know anyone. Nobody liked her.

Why did Ray have to pick on her instead of others? Why did he fight with her instead of others?

That’s definitely because she also has some problems!

Upon hearing Flora’s words, Bettany was furious.

Even more infuriating was that Ray’s grandma had a nonchalant expression and did not seem to care.

Blake handed Lilly to Bettany and said coldly, “Say it. How do you want to solve this?”

Ray’s grandma was scared, and her face turned stiff, but she insisted, “What do you mean by how to solve it? Haven’t you heard from the teacher? Your child hit my grandson first! It’s ridiculous. Is there any reason to hit someone?”

Ray’s grandma snorted in anger and did not think anything was wrong with what her grandson did.

Blake sneered, “Your grandson pulled my daughter’s hair first, and my daughter only fought back.”

The old lady was impatient, “I’ve already said that pulling someone’s hair is not a big deal. Which boy doesn’t pull girls’ hair?”

“He doesn’t pull others’ hair but pulls your child’s. You should reflect on yourselves for letting your child wear such a flashy hair clip. I even said that you distracted my grandson in cla*s!”

After speaking, she snorted and asked Ray if he was injured or in pain.

She even shouted that she wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up and demanded compensation for all medical expenses.

Bettany was so angry that she trembled. What kind of people are they?

Anthony was also furious. If an adult hit someone, he could call the police and teach them a lesson.

But now it was a child, and he could not call the police. Even if he did, it would be pointless.

At most, the boy would be scolded and give them money.

But was the Crawford family short of money?

No!

Anthony took out his phone with a cold face.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a slap!

Blake had an expressionless look as he slapped the old lady with a loud smack.

This sudden slap stunned everyone, and even Flora was dumbfounded as she watched Blake.

Blake had no emotion. He did not care what others thought about him hitting women, children, or older people.

He only cared about what he believed was right.

He would not hesitate to fight back if someone provoked him, even if it meant risking his life.

The old lady was trembling with anger as she covered her face and said, “You, how dare you hit me!”

Blake looked numb and indifferent, “Why? Why did I hit you instead of someone else? Don’t you think you should reflect on yourself?”

He withdrew his hand and twisted his wrist, “I have to say, your face is too thick. It hurt my hand.”

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