Things soon got serious. The head of the kindergarten, Patrick Dobson, came over. He was about to hold Grace responsible.

After all, the parents of the kids Grace had beaten had donated a lot of money to the kindergarten.

"Mr. Donovan, what brings you here?"

The moment Patrick saw Adrian and felt his intimidating presence, he quickly lowered his gaze and greeted him respectfully.

Adrian narrowed his cold eyes. His expression revealed nothing, but Travis knew this was a sure sign of Adrian's anger.

"Someone attacked my wife and daughter. Shouldn't I be here?"

Patrick's heart sank. He knew Adrian was the kindergarten's biggest shareholder. And now, his wife and daughter had been bullied. This was going to be a disaster.

The other parents heard Adrian's words and immediately got more aggressive.

"Mr. Dobson, you need to expel Clara! Grace, if you don't want your daughter kicked out,

Adrian's eyes darkened.

He almost deleted the text in a fit of jealousy, but just then, Grace walked out of Clara's room.

She thought he was waiting for her, so she walked straight into his bedroom.

The room was done up in dull grays. It looked dark and depressing.

She didn't like it. She was already planning to redecorate soon. Perhaps hanging up their wedding photo—no, a family photo would be better.

Seeing how late it was, Grace moved to get changed for bed, only to find the closet empty of her clothes.

"We've been sleeping in separate rooms for six years. Your clothes aren't in here."

Adrian was only wearing a bathrobe. Under the soft glow of the lamp, his collarbone stood out, and the shape of his firm chest showed through just a little.

Grace couldn't help gulping.

How on earth had her future self gone six years without sharing a bed with this gorgeous man? That was a wast

Grace pulled over a stool and gently placed Clara on it. Then, she handed her the hot dog and milk.

She smiled and said softly, "Sit right here, okay? I'm going to teach her a lesson."

"Mommy, use this so your hand won't hurt."

Clara handed Grace a short stick. She was worried her mother's hand might hurt while hitting Amelia.

"Oh, my sweet girl's looking out for me." Grace beamed, her heart melting at how thoughtful her daughter was.

She locked the door and advanced on Amelia and the other girls with the stick in hand.

"Grace, what do you think you're doing?"

"Jesse and Nina might not have time to teach you manners, but I do!"

Amelia tried to dart away, but Grace snatched her back. She yanked down her pants and smacked her backside with the stick.

The other girls who had helped bully Clara didn't escape either. Each one got her butt whooped.

Before long, the supply closet rang with wailing cries from the kids.

Meanwhile, Clara took bites of her hot dog, washing them down with sips of milk, her eyes bright and amazed.

Her mother was so cool!

A teacher was outside, anxiously pounding on the door.

When Grace finally opened the door, the teacher froze, staring at several sobbing kids on the floor. Their butts were covered in red welts, especially Amelia's, which looked as swollen and bright red as a baboon's rear.

"What on earth are you doing?" the teacher demanded.

Grace lifted the stick so it was pointing right at the teacher's face.

"What am I doing? I'm doing your job, since someone has to discipline these brats who don't know how to behave."

"That's too extreme! They were just fooling around. You can't hit them!"

"Oh, so they were just fooling around? Then, I was fooling around too. But I guess they couldn't handle it. What about you? Are you trying to fool me now?"

Grace gave her a bright smile, but the stick was already pressed against the teacher's throat.

In a moment of panic, the teacher instinctively covered her backside.

Soon after, Jesse and Nina, along with the other parents of the beaten kids, got the call and rushed over.

Nina lost it at the sight of Amelia's bruised bottom and lunged at Grace.

The other parents joined in, thinking they had the upper hand in numbers. They were sure they could take Grace down in a fight. After all, she was just one person.

...

Meanwhile, Adrian was in a meeting when Travis burst in.

"Bad news, Mr. Donovan! Mrs. Donovan's gotten into a fight at the kindergarten. It's at least six people against her..."

Adrian's expression turned frigid. He grabbed his suit jacket and walked out.

"Bring the car around."

Soon, he arrived at the teacher's office, his face as cold as ice.

He'd expected to find Grace getting mobbed by a bunch of furious parents. Instead, what he saw was the complete opposite—parents, teachers, and children huddled in the corner, crying and shaking with fear.

"What are you crying about? Zip it," Grace commanded with a glare.

The second she glowered at them, they immediately fell silent, stifling their tears in sheer terror.

The scene was almost comical.

Clara was massaging Grace's wrist, looking worried. "Mommy, does that hurt?"

Adrian approached, hiding his concern behind a cool tone. "What happened to your wrist?"

Grace glanced at the whimpering group in the corner and answered, "It hurts."

Beating that bunch of losers had made her hand sore.

At her words, Adrian's face went ominously dark.

Things soon got serious. The head of the kindergarten, Patrick Dobson, came over. He was about to hold Grace responsible.

After all, the parents of the kids Grace had beaten had donated a lot of money to the kindergarten.

"Mr. Donovan, what brings you here?"

The moment Patrick saw Adrian and felt his intimidating presence, he quickly lowered his gaze and greeted him respectfully.

Adrian narrowed his cold eyes. His expression revealed nothing, but Travis knew this was a sure sign of Adrian's anger.

"Someone attacked my wife and daughter. Shouldn't I be here?"

Patrick's heart sank. He knew Adrian was the kindergarten's biggest shareholder. And now, his wife and daughter had been bullied. This was going to be a disaster.

The other parents heard Adrian's words and immediately got more aggressive.

"Mr. Dobson, you need to expel Clara! Grace, if you don't want your daughter kicked out, then get on your knees and apologize! Beg Mr. Donovan and all of us for forgiveness!"

When Clara f

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