Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 1340

She hurried through the door and entered just in time to see her normally calm child, Darius, pressing a boy's head against a desk while glaring at him furiously.

"Say that again!"

The other boy was bigger and rounder, but Darius's fierce look made him freeze, too scared to utter a word as Darius pinned him firmly to the desk.

"I meant what I said!"

"Say it again! Who are you calling a bastard?" Darius's voice was loud, and his eyes showed a chilling calmness.From NôvelDrama.Org.

The boy, usually a bully, was now visibly scared. "I'm sorry, I..."

Sensing the boy's fear, Darius relaxed slightly.

Pearl, feeling angry and confused, demanded, "What is going on here? Why are you fighting?"

The teacher, also anxious, echoed her concern. "What's happening here? Explain."

Despite the presence of both Pearl and the teacher, Darius didn't let the boy up.

Overhearing their conversation, Pearl guessed the fight was about something Darius was sensitive about-his family. She intervened gently, "Let him go, Darius."

Seeing his mother, the only family he had, Darius's eyes filled with tears, but he released the boy.

"Tell me what happened," Pearl urged. She knew Darius wouldn't fight without a reason and believed someone had provoked him.

"He said I'm a bastard with no dad." Mentioning his father always made Darius sad, and he started to sob.

Pearl's calmness faded when she heard this. She turned to the bully, her voice stern and cold. "Is that true? Did you say that?"

The bully was caught off guard by the fierceness of both mother and son, barely managing to nod. "But he doesn't have a dad..."

"That doesn't give you the right to call him names. That's hurtful and wrong."

The boy didn't care but still nodded. "I'm sorry."

He didn't really care if Darius was a bastard, but everyone in class loved him, even the girl he had a crush on. So, he tried to upset Darius and get a reaction out of him because nothing else seemed to bother him.

Hearing the apology, Darius's anger subsided. "Don't ever say that again."

Just then, the boy's mother arrived to pick him up. She was a large woman dressed flamboyantly in a bright red dress and four-inch heels, wearing heavy makeup and a strong perfume.