Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 328: "Anything you want, son."

The rest of the ride to Ian’s school was in silence. No one said anything, but the TV kept playing in the background until they reached their destination. Lucian was more than surprised when Ian grabbed his index finger, looked at him, and said, "Come with Mom to meet the principal, please..."

Lucian did not know what that meant, but he looked towards her to see her reaction to her son’s request. She looked displeased by the request, but she did not say a word and looked away from him.

Looking down at the boy who was holding tightly to his finger, Lucian realized he could not decline his request. He nodded his head. "Anything you want, son," he said, realizing too late the words he had spoken wrong until he felt her burning eyes on him. It was too late to take it back. He had not meant to call him son, and since he had, he tried to act like he hadn’t as the boy’s eyes brightened up.

Ave seemed to overlook that the man had dared to address her child as "son" when she saw the light return to Ian’s sad eyes. She hated it when Ian had that sad expression on his face and would give anything to see his blue eyes shine again. Thus, she decided to pretend the man had not said something wrong.

They walked into the school like a family, Ian in the middle holding each of their fingers in his fist, even though she thought there was everything wrong with meeting his school principal with Lucian.

Before they reached the office, she tried to talk her son into going to his class, but he insisted on coming with them. She let him. When they got to the office, the principal wasn’t alone; there was another couple seated there with a boy who was obviously their son in the middle of them, whose face looked bruised and a bit red.

The boy’s father stood to his feet the moment they entered, scowling at them as if they owed him something. He was tall but not as tall as Lucian—bulky and broad—but his too-tight t-shirt was small for his large body, making his arms look like thighs.

Ave thought she saw her son exchange a knowing look with Lucian at the man’s large arms, but she dismissed it. She had a feeling the boy with the bruised face had something to do with Ian, especially since he was glaring at her son heatedly.

Seated to the right of the glaring boy was a thin blonde woman with a face too narrow for her long, large nose and big eyes. Her thin lips were pressed into a tight, angry line as she regarded them with unconcealed disdain. Ave ignored her—she was used to housewives resenting everything she represented. She had been scorned by many before for being everything they were not, so she couldn’t care less about this unimportant woman and her husband, who was still scowling at her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Andrew," Ave greeted the principal, who didn’t look pleased for some reason.

"I thought we scheduled our meeting for eight-thirty, Miss Hart? It’s past ten already, and we almost thought you’d be too busy to show up. Please, have a seat," the elderly woman gestured to the seats on the other side before Ave could explain why she was late.

Though Ave’s name and family were well-known in the country, she had never used them to make anyone feel small or to give her importance. She had been glad when she first brought her son to this school that no family, regardless of their wealth, was treated as superior. All were treated equally, as the school was owned by a wealthy family who couldn’t be controlled or influenced by anyone.

Ave didn’t try to explain herself to the principal but instead apologized for being late before taking her son’s hand, who was still clutching Lucian’s hand. She walked around the bulky, glaring man whose eyes seemed to bore into her head.

When they were seated with Ian between them on the sofa in the office, the principal gestured for the big man to take a seat. He wasn’t pleased to be told what to do, but he sat down with an angry groan. Then the principal turned to Ave.

"I’m glad you thought to bring Avian’s father to our meeting, Miss Hart, because—"

"He’s not his father," Ave interrupted quickly, realizing the principal had mistaken Lucian for her son’s father. "This is Mr. Penn, my business partner," she clarified, not wanting to stir any unwanted scandal between them later.

She felt his eyes burning on her, but she didn’t turn to look at him and instead watched as the principal nodded in understanding. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Lucian, however, was more than intrigued by the father of her son. How had she met him and gotten pregnant by a loser who ran away instead of taking responsibility for their child?

He knew this future didn’t align with the time of the past—they had lived ahead before he arrived here. She had left their time just months before he came, yet in this future, she had a different life, different parents, and everything else. She had built a different career, and years had passed—it was like a rebirth.

He wanted to ask her so many questions but knew they wouldn’t be entertained unless she trusted him and started to act freely around him. Only by understanding how her life had begun here would he be able to make her remember their life together before she arrived in this world.

The principal’s voice broke him from his thoughts and made him turn away.

"Miss Hart, this here is Red Ramirez and his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez. He is Avian’s classmate. I hope you can see the bruises on Red’s face well enough. It was caused by Ian on the day he ran out of school. I wanted to talk to you about this since then, but you were too emotional and worried about his disappearance to hear me out. That’s why I called you here. We believe your son must be going through some disturbing upbringing that—"

The principal did not finish speaking when the inpatient Mr. Ramirez butted in with a slam of his fist on the table. "Of course, whatcha expect from a boy raised without a father figure? That boy there has no discipline! I was right there when he hit Red and ran away after calling me a son of a bitch!" He pointed an angry finger at Ian.

"That’s because you called my mom a bitch! You said I don’t have a father because she bitched around and got pregnant with a loser of a son!" Ian gritted angrily before his mother could stop him from speaking. He did not flinch away from the glaring eyes of Mr. Ramirez. It wasn’t until Lucian pulled him to sit back down in his seat that Ian looked away from the bulky man who had bullied him with his son on the day of the father-son event.

Mrs. Andrew gasped at the same time Ave’s fingers clenched into fists in controlled anger.

"Ian! Why did you use such words? Haven’t I told you not to ever use a bad word?" Ave admonished her son who fell quiet, though her anger was more directed at the man who had used such foul words to a mere child.

She had asked her son many times if he was bullied in school because of his lack of a father figure, but he would always tell her no. That was why, when he had asked her at just four years old if Daniel—a man her grandfather had approved for her to marry but whom she always avoided discussing—was his father, she had not lied to him. She had told him that Daniel was not his father but just a good friend of hers.

She had made sure he would never feel like he was lacking a father figure and had raised him herself and tried to be present in his life, but it seemed there were a lot of things he wasn’t telling her—things he had been silently holding in.

"Mr. Ramirez, that was so—" the principal began, unable to believe the man would say such words to a boy the same age as his own son, but she was cut off.

"That boy is not only a liar but a future gangster! I did not say such a thing, and Red can vouch for that. I only asked him why he didn’t bring his Daddy to the event, and all I knew, he pounced on my son and began to punch him," Mr. Ramirez said defensively as he glared at Ian.

"Ian is not a violent child, Mr. Ramirez. And if you call him a gangster one more time, I will hold you accountable for bullying. I know my son—he would never fight anyone unless he was provoked," Ave said in suppressed rage, meeting the man’s glare just as firmly as her son was.

She had wanted to scold Ian for hitting his classmate, but hearing what Mr. Ramirez and his son had said to him made her think twice about that.

Mrs. Ramirez, who had been seating quitely and glaring at them, scoffed. "And you think our son is violent? Just because you are a doctor and everything the media forced everyone to believe doesn’t make you any special, Miss Hart. I am a stay-at-home mom, and I raised my son well. And you? I bet you don’t even know the son you have, not to mention the man who fathered him. The father could be a criminal for all anyone knows, and the boy must be taking after—"

"Mrs. Ramirez, can we talk these issues out like civilized people?" the principal said in irritation, as the matter was getting way out of her hands.

Mr. Ramirez threw up his hands. "Yes, of course we can—if the bitch would accept that her son is in the wrong and stop trying to act like one of the men because her name is everywhere in the business industry. A woman can never be a man, and I assure you—"

Mr. Ramirez never got to finish his own bitter remarks because Lucian, who had been sitting quietly the whole time trying to understand the situation, lost his patience with the bulky fool who had called his wife a bitch not once but twice.