Free Web NovelChapter 1562: Chapter 1562: The President Arrives
Ethan Ashworth’s little face was bruised, but he straightened his small waist and said, "Teacher, you don’t need to call my daddy; he’s very busy and doesn’t have time to come to school!"
The teacher paused, "How could it be? Give me your daddy’s phone number, he’ll definitely come."
Ethan Ashworth remained silent.
The other kids chimed in with schadenfreude, "Teacher, don’t call his daddy anymore. His daddy doesn’t want him and won’t come."
The teacher looked sternly at these children, and criticized, "Who taught you to say such things? Children are their parents’ treasures, and Ethan Ashworth is too! Anyone who dares to say such things in the future will be severely punished by the teacher!"
The other children didn’t dare speak further.
The teacher continued to ask, "Ethan Ashworth, what is your daddy’s phone number?"
Ethan Ashworth pouted and then reported a string of numbers.
The teacher entered the number and dialed it.
After two "beep beep" sounds, the call was connected, and a man’s voice came through, deep and magnetic, "Hello,..."
"Hello, are you Ethan Ashworth’s father? I’m the kindergarten teacher. Your son Ethan Ashworth had a little incident at school..."
"What? What happened?" The man’s voice suddenly turned cold, with a touch of sharpness that made one’s heart sink.
The teacher felt a huge pressure, her voice trembling, "It’s like this, Ethan Ashworth got into a fight with a few... classmates, I..."
The teacher heard the breathing on the other end suddenly become heavy, "I’ll be right there!"
The call was terminated.
...
The parents of the other four kids had all arrived; they looked at the bruises on their own children’s faces with deep concern, "My baby, who hit you so hard to make you like this? Does it hurt? Here, mommy will kiss it better."
"Sweetheart, why did you fight? Was it him who started it first? Tell daddy, and daddy will back you up!"
"Yes, it was him. He was the one who started hitting us first!" The kids all complained.
The parents were protective. As soon as they heard their own children complaining like this, someone immediately rolled up their sleeves and glared fiercely at Ethan Ashworth, "Hey, little brat, you know you shouldn’t be hitting people, right?"
Ethan Ashworth stood straight on one side. Compared to the other kids who had parental care and concern, he seemed very alone. He looked up once at that parent and coldly retorted, "They were the ones who started insulting!"
"Hey, I say you’re such a rude little brat, where did you come from, you little bastard?" one parent immediately emoitionally charged forward.
At this moment, a deep magnetic voice rang out, "Who are you calling a little bastard?"
The parent’s step halted, and everyone turned to look at the man walking down the corridor. He was so tall, at over six feet, requiring everyone to raise their heads to look up. He wore a black shirt, black trousers, and the expensive fabric accentuated his tall and handsome appearance. He walked over casually, his every move exuded a distant coldness.
The parents were all stunned—they had never seen such a handsome and stylish man before, and his presence was so strong they didn’t dare to meet his gaze.
Wait, this man looked quite familiar; it seemed they’d seen him somewhere before.
Morgan Ashworth’s hawk-like gaze fell on these parents, idly scanning them, "I’m asking you, who is the bastard?"
