Chapter 4

Rachel pulled a piece of paper from her bag and slapped it onto my face.

"This is the hospital's examination report! It's written in black and white that my daughter is no longer a virgin! You still want to deny it?"

I looked down at the report.

The seal of City General Hospital, the red stamp neatly pressed.

The name on the report was Vivian Morgan, dated three days ago.

The conclusion section had several glaring words.

But what did this prove?

"This only proves she had sexual activity. It doesn't prove it was me."

Principal Derek Hayes cleared his throat lightly and stepped in front of me.

"Shane, the examination report is right here. You're Vivian's class advisor. When something happened to the child, you're the most suspicious."

After speaking, he gave Rachel a subtle glance.

Rachel picked up the cue.

"Fine."

"The principal has spoken. We'll show some respect."

"Two hundred fifty thousand. We need an answer today! If not, tomorrow I'm going to the Board of Education, TV station, and court. I'll sue you to death!"

Rachel wiped her tears.

"Once the money arrives, we won't make a scene."

"We'll all be family from now on."

I almost laughed out loud.

"Family?"

Rachel glared at me.

"You ruined her. You have to support her for life."

Derek Hayes leaned close to my ear.

"Shane, things have come to this point. It's out of your hands."

"Just pay to settle this!"

I stared into his eyes.

"Principal Hayes, you're twisting the truth! You're planning to force this onto me!"

Ethan lost patience.

"What the fuck are we wasting words for? This kind of person just needs a beating!"

He suddenly kicked toward my abdomen.

I stepped to the left, grabbed his ankle with my right hand, and twisted and pushed in one motion.

Ethan lost his balance completely and fell hard onto the concrete hallway floor.

He gritted his teeth and got up, rushing forward to throw a punch again.

In my four years of college, I trained with a coach from the sports academy for three years in boxing.

I even won second place in a boxing competition.

Against this punk, I could win with my eyes closed.

I dodged his straight punch, deflected his forearm with my left hand.

My right fist landed precisely under his ribs.

Ethan bent over and stepped back three paces, unable to catch his breath.

Before his second punch could come out, I'd already gripped his wrist.

I twisted it backward, pinning him against the wall.

"Don't move. Move again and your wrist breaks."

Ethan refused to submit and struggled hard.

I suddenly released my hand and pushed with the momentum.

He stumbled forward, lost his balance.

His face hit the ground first, knocking out his front teeth.

Blood began seeping out densely across his face.

Rachel hugged Ethan's head, kicking her feet against the concrete floor, wailing.

"He's hitting people! He's hitting people!"

"Everyone saw it! First he raped my daughter, now he's beaten my son! God! Is there no justice? Is there no law?"

"He's trying to silence us! Murder to silence witnesses! Everyone saw it! Everyone saw it!"

Vivian Morgan walked out from the corner.

She picked up the bloody tooth from the floor.

Then turned to look at me.

Her eyes were full of anger.

"You really are a scumbag."