Roderick also realized something was wrong and rushed over.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing the scene before him, Roderick subconsciously felt his\u00a0<\/p>\n
own scalp tingle with pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It seemed Madeleine had gone easy on him when she pulled his\u00a0<\/p>\n
hair that night\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat- what\u2019s going on? Quick, separate them first.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The principal\u2019s face turned pale with fright. She quickly called\u00a0<\/p>\n
for security, at least to make them stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Given the force of Madeleine\u2019s assault, something bad was\u00a0<\/p>\n
bound to happen if it continued.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A security guard went to pull Madeleine away, but Roderick\u00a0<\/p>\n
beat him to it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t let the guard touch her. He wrapped his arms around\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine, whispering in her ear, coaxing her to let go.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine was furious, but she hadn\u2019t completely lost her mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 122\u00a0<\/p>\n
After Roderick wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground, she let go, panting heavily.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Some of the onlookers took out their phones, but they were\u00a0<\/p>\n
scared into putting them away by a single look from the\u00a0<\/p>\n
principal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They didn\u2019t understand the situation, but the principal knew very well that this Mr. Livingston was not someone to be trifled with.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone, disperse. Disperse.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The principal was telling the surrounding teachers to leave\u00a0<\/p>\n
when she heard Mr. Livingston\u2019s gentle voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you hurt your hand?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Does it hurt?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The principal stumbled and almost fell.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He asked the person who hit if their hand hurt!\u00a0<\/p>\n
?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Does that even make sense!\u00a0<\/p>\n
To Roderick, no one was more important than Madeleine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 122\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing her palm turn red, he frowned with concern.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Such a loving scene stung Nanette\u2019s eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After steadying herself, she yelled sharply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeleine, you\u2019ve gone too far!\u00a0<\/p>\n
You actually hit me in public! Believe it or not, I\u2019m calling the\u00a0<\/p>\n
cops to have you arrested right now!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine turned around, the fury still in her eyes, and glared at\u00a0<\/p>\n
her as if she wanted to eat her alive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead, call them. Let the police take you in too and\u00a0<\/p>\n
question you about what exactly you did to my son!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nanette\u2019s heart skipped a beat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They know?\u00a0<\/p>\n
How is that possible!\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had been so careful. Even if they found out what she did at\u00a0<\/p>\n
the kindergarten through Kevin, they couldn\u2019t get any details out\u00a0<\/p>\n
of him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nanette was a psychologist herself, and she could guess how\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 122\u00a0<\/p>\n
much Madeleine knew just by the look on her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It seemed like they were just guessing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nanette calmed down. Despite being angry, she remained\u00a0<\/p>\n
composed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Livingston, I don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about. The\u00a0<\/p>\n
teachers and children at the kindergarten can all see how I treat\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kev.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After speaking, Nanette grabbed a female teacher standing\u00a0<\/p>\n
nearby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Foster, tell us, have I ever done anything wrong?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ms. Foster was suddenly put on the spot and felt a bit lost. She\u00a0<\/p>\n
stammered for a moment, \u201cWell\u2026 I haven\u2019t noticed anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ms. Clark is usually very responsible with the children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hear that!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nanette\u2019s voice grew much louder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She straightened her messy hair. The spot on her face where\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine had slapped her was already red and swollen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was hired by this kindergarten through a formal recruitment\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 122\u00a0<\/p>\n
process. There\u2019s nothing wrong with my qualifications,\u00a0<\/p>\n
certificates, or education.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After speaking, she narrowed her eyes and looked at\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Mrs. Livingston saw something was wrong with Kevin and\u00a0<\/p>\n
decided to blame me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
What, you think people don\u2019t know about the things you\u2019ve done\u00a0<\/p>\n
in the past!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as she said that, the few teachers scattered around\u00a0<\/p>\n
who wanted to watch the drama unfold all perked up their ears,\u00a0<\/p>\n
waiting to hear what Nanette would say next.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine\u2019s expression changed too; her cheeks, which had\u00a0<\/p>\n
been flushed with excitement, were now a little pale.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was exactly the effect Nanette wanted, and she continued\u00a0<\/p>\n
to twist the knife in Madeleine\u2019s heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was Kevin\u2019s family psychologist for several years, and I saw\u00a0<\/p>\n
long ago that the child\u2019s psychological problems were all\u00a0<\/p>\n
because of you, his mother.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNow it seems it\u2019s not just Kevin who has problems, but you as\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 122\u00a0<\/p>\n
well, his mother. Your aggressive behavior just now proves my\u00a0<\/p>\n
diagnosis. It\u2019s a classic symptom of post\u2013traumatic stress\u00a0<\/p>\n
disorder. You\u2019re transferring your anger onto me, the\u00a0<\/p>\n
psychologist. You\u2019re the one who\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thwack!\u00a0<\/p>\n
A stack of A4 paper flew over and hit Nanette right in the face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The impact stunned her into silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick had thrown the paper, grabbing it from a nearby\u00a0<\/p>\n
teacher who was watching the drama unfold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t have anything else handy, so he had to borrow it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The phrase \u201chitting a woman\u201d wasn\u2019t in Roderick\u2019s vocabulary.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But right now, in his eyes, Nanette was a bitch, not even a\u00a0<\/p>\n
woman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Livingston?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nanette was completely astonished, her eyes wide as she\u00a0<\/p>\n
stared at Roderick.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The reason she dared to be so blatant, the reason she could\u00a0<\/p>\n
say what she just did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 123\u00a0<\/p>\n
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