The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 1114

Chapter 1114

A Rolls Royce pulled up just as we parked.

A bunch of big shots stepped out as soon as the car came to a halt.

"Who dares to mess with my grandson? I'm gonna settle the score today!!"

Rosalynn watched as they stormed past like a gust of wind.

She saw Ivy in Wayne's arms.

"Mummy... "Ivy called out uneasily.

"Honey, it really wasn't Ivy's fault this time." Wayne wore a serious face.

"Come here." Rosalynn gestured to Ivy with a stern face.

Ivy pouted, her tears nearly spilling over.

"Honey..." Wayne tried to intercede.

Rosalynn just looked at Ivy without a word.

Ivy, head down, dejectedly left her dad's arms and slowly walked to Rosalynn..

"Why did you hit him?" Rosalynn asked.

"He bullied Cory!" Ivy responded.

Rosalynn was fully aware of what had happened.

She definitely knew why Ivy had hit the boy.

"So if he bullies your brother, you can hit him?" Rosalynn questioned sternly, "There's no other way to solve this? Is violence the only answer?" Ivy was getting a little angry now too..

"He just can't bully my brother!" she answered determinedly. This was her first time standing up to Rosalynn.

"Mummy..." Cory, seeing the scene, quickly stepped in, "I'll teach Ivy. She won't do this again!"

Rosalynn knew.

The incident today was not entirely Ivy's fault.

But she couldn't let Ivy develop a habit of solving problems with violence.

There are so many desks and chairs in the classroom, and kids lack judgment.

Today the chubby boy just ended up with a bloody nose.

What if he had hit something, gotten injured, or worse?

What if Ivy couldn't win the fight, and she got hurt or even faced more serious consequences?

Once a habit of solving problems with violence is developed.

The consequences could be dire if such a habit were to take root!

"Ivy, from now on, if you don't admit to your mistakes, mummy won't talk to you." Rosalynn said sternly.

Hearing this, Ivy was thrown into a panic..

Her tears started to flow.

"Mummy!" she called out to Rosalynn, reaching out to grab her hand.

Rosalynn dodged her.

Wayne was heartbroken.

But he knew he couldn't contradict his wife right now so he swallowed his words.

He could only pick up Ivy and comfort her, "Sweetie, mummy will be okay once she's not angry anymore."

Ivy asked confusedly, "I was just protecting my brother, why is mummy angry?"

Wayne thought for a moment before gently saying, "Ivy, mummy doesn't want you to solve problems with violence. The chubby boy is bigger and stronger than you, what if you got hurt? Mummy would be so w Ivy still didn't get it.

"Sweetie, next time something like this happens, tell daddy, okay? Daddy will handle it." Wayne continued to soothe her.

Ivy sobbed uncontrollably, burying her face on his shoulder.

At only five and a half years old, Ivy couldn't comprehend the complexities of adult reasoning.

Her tear-streaked face nodded in a mixture of sorrow and frustration, intensifying her cries.

After a while, a flamboyantly dressed elderly woman burst into the room, exclaiming, "Who dared to hurt my grandson?!"

Wayne swiftly covered the children's ears, his face contorting with a stern expression.

Rosalynn's demeanor also turned serious, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

While they

were responsible for disciplining their own child, the actions of the adults involved needed to be addressed. Their mischievous child had harmed Ivy, and the parents of the troublemaker couldn't evade account