Chapter <b>801 </b>


    N felt a wave of worry as she quickly got up and walked outside, replying, “Okay, I’ll be there right away.”


    When N arrived at the kindergarten, it was almost 1:00 p.m.


    As she approached the office door, she heard a cold female voice from inside saying, “I don’t care who this student’s parents are. If my son is hurt like this, I’m calling the police! We’ll see each other in court!”


    Just as N was about to enter, the door swung open. A well–dressed woman walked out, holding the hand of a four- or five–year–old child.


    Upon seeing N, the woman stopped abruptly and eximed, “It’s you!”


    N was taken aback. She hadn’t expected the child who had fought with Mason to be Jane’s son.


    Her gaze dropped to the child Jane was holding. Though he was still small, it was already evident that he shared features with Jane and Gabriel.


    A cut marred his forehead. Although it had stopped bleeding, dried blood remained, making the injury appear quite rming.


    The teacher, Laura Ferrier, rushed out of the office. When she saw N, she quickly said, ” Ms. Kinsey, you’re here. This is the ssmate Mason injured and his parent.”


    She then turned to Jane. “Ms. Wilkie, since Ms. Kinsey is here, why don’t we go back into the office to discuss how to resolve this? After all, they’re in the same ss, and escting things to the police wouldn’t be beneficial.”


    Jane scoffed. “I don’t think so. I want this matter to grow! I won’t let my son be in the same ss with someone who could injure a ssmate so severely. Either he leaves, or my son does!” N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    With that, she pulled her son along and stormed out.


    Laura frowned and looked at N, asking, “Ms. Kinsey, what do you think? Perhaps you could personally talk to Ms. Wilkie and ask for her forgiveness?”


    Noticing Laura’s dilemma, N nodded. “Ms. Ferrier, don’t worry. I’ll handle this. I’d like to check on my son first.”


    Before she fully understood the situation, she didn’t want to assume Mason was at fault.


    “Okay,” Laura replied.


    As soon as N stepped into the office, she saw Mason standing in the corner, looking small with messy hair. Several shoe prints stained his clothes, and his face bore numerous cuts and bruises, though they didn’t seem as serious as the injuries on Jane’s son.


    She quickly walked over and squatted down to <spa