Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 124: No Hesitation Next Time

The class teacher said, "It’s alright, it’s part of my job, please come over as soon as you can."

After hanging up the phone, Elara looked at Zion Fitzwilliam and struggled to speak, "Joanne Carter started a fight with a group and hurt someone."

Since she was young, she was a well-behaved child. She never needed to call parents, and during parent-teacher meetings, she was always praised. She had never encountered anything like this before.

Zion Fitzwilliam, however, was not surprised, "Let’s go take a look first."

Joanne Carter and Jasmine were in the same class, so it was impossible for them not to have conflicts. That’s why he asked Joanne last time if she needed to transfer schools.

After she gave a negative answer, he told her that if she encountered anything bad, she shouldn’t be afraid and should always tell him.

Joanne’s class teacher was Assistant Harris’s relative, so he knew about the situation at school earlier than Elara.

The matter hadn’t been concluded yet, so whether Joanne was bullying someone or not was still unclear—it was necessary to go over.

Elara nodded, "Yes, I feel it wouldn’t, Joanne should have a necessary reason. During times like this, we must be by her side, or she’ll be scared."

She picked up her bag and left with Zion Fitzwilliam.

The entire way she was making various assumptions in her mind; Zion Fitzwilliam noticed her unease and comforted her, "It’s alright, Joanne is a sensible child, plus we are there to support her, she won’t suffer any loss."

Thinking about it, Elara felt slightly reassured.

Soon they reached the school.

Originally on the way, Elara had mentally prepared herself, because Jasmine was also in Joanne’s class. She thought it was a conflict between Joanne and Jasmine. Unexpectedly, when she arrived at the teacher’s office, she saw a room full of children and parents, but Jasmine was nowhere to be seen.

The children were standing separately; one group had more than ten kids, including both boys and girls. The other group had only three, all girls, and all the three had some injuries, one of the girls got hurt more seriously, her cheek was swollen, and she had some footprints on her body, she was standing in front of the teacher crying, sobbing. Her parents had already arrived, angrily demanding the teacher give an explanation.

Joanne stood among the larger group of kids like a leader at the front, glaring at the crying girl with a look of unfairness.

When she saw Elara come in, her imposing manner immediately shrank, and she lowered her head somewhat guiltily, "Aunt Hale..."

The panic in her eyes did not escape Elara’s notice. Elara didn’t directly approach the teacher but first walked over and asked her, "What’s going on?"

Before Joanne could speak, the parents of the beaten kids found Elara and immediately launched an attack, "What’s going on? Your child organized a group holding trouble for our child! Look at how badly our darling was beaten, you must give us an explanation today!"

The class teacher quickly intervened, "Please, parents, don’t rush, the matter has not been concluded yet..."

The parents of the three girls immediately exploded, indignantly saying, "How can a class teacher be this biased? Clearly, it’s our children who suffered injustice, our children are all top students in the class, good kids, how can they lie? They all said Joanne was jealous of their academic achievements and led a group of classmates to bully them, our daughters are treasures, if the school can’t treat this fairly, we’ll report to the police and then to the education department!"

The class teacher hurriedly soothed, "Please, don’t worry, we will surely handle this impartially..."

"Hmph, so young yet with such vicious thoughts, who knows how it will be when grown up! I think such students should be immediately expelled, keeping the school environment good!"

Elara initially wanted to ask Joanne for the specifics, worried about such a potential scene, but the other side kept attacking, leaving her unsure of how to respond because she didn’t understand the situation.

She believed Joanne wouldn’t act recklessly, but now the situation seemed one-sided, and Joanne wasn’t speaking, leaving her somewhat uncertain.

She was hesitating whether to defend Joanne first or apologize to the other students and parents when Zion Fitzwilliam suddenly spoke up, "You guys have said what you wanted, so should we not let our child express her side too? After all, we can’t just listen to one side of the story."

The parents glared at him, but Zion Fitzwilliam remained calm, his sharp dark eyes were very intimidating, simply standing there silently made one’s back feel chilly, the words the parents wanted to say were forcefully swallowed back.

Zion Fitzwilliam looked at the class teacher, "I want to hear Joanne’s side first; discussing it here might affect the child’s emotions, so I’ll take her outside."

Having said that, he didn’t care what others thought, and directly pulled Joanne’s wrist, taking her outside.

Elara also followed them out.

Inside the office, the parents of the three girls were furious, venting the anger they did not dare direct at Zion Fitzwilliam onto the class teacher, "Let them speak, we’re not afraid of them are we? It’s clearly bullying on their part, a transfer student, what’s she got to act all arrogant for? Does she think our kids don’t have backing?"

The class teacher could only appease them lightly.

Outside the office, having listened to Joanne’s recount, Elara’s face turned somewhat unsightly.

"Are you sure this has something to do with Jasmine?"

Joanne nodded with reddened eyes, "Yes, it’s her. She’s good at studying, formed a clique in class with the other good students, constantly targeting me. I didn’t care at first since I have many friends, and I can work hard on my academics slowly. I also didn’t suffer from the regular minor skirmishes, but today was the midterm exam, and she actually tore my exam paper into pieces while collecting papers for the teacher and threw it away, putting a blank sheet in instead and passing it off as mine. The teacher was furious when he saw my blank paper, and wouldn’t listen to my explanation, saying I was being evasive. Without evidence, I couldn’t take it..."

Elara frowned, thinking about how to explain this to the teacher to clear Joanne’s name, even considering asking the school for surveillance footage. Though it might not be available, if it were, it’d prove Joanne’s innocence, wouldn’t it?

However, if there weren’t any cameras, then it indeed becomes tricky.

Suddenly, Zion Fitzwilliam, who had been silent all along, spoke up, "Let’s go inside and apologize to those students; we will cover all medical expenses, and if anything like this happens again, react without hesitation."

His voice was steady as ever, his tone carrying a hint of decisiveness, as if such matters weren’t worth dwelling upon.

Both Elara and Joanne raised their heads to look at him, eyes filled with surprise.

Zion Fitzwilliam asked, "What’s wrong?"

Elara hesitantly said, "Isn’t that a bit inappropriate? We should prioritize harmony in school; after all, Joanne is a transfer student and needs to establish good relations with her classmates, right?"

Joanne didn’t speak, only looking at Zion Fitzwilliam with bright eyes.

Zion Fitzwilliam first responded to Elara’s question, "Her relation with the classmates is already well-established, isn’t it? More than ten boys and girls sided with her during the bullying incident, and even when brought into the office for reprimand, none of them bore any resentment towards her. She just hasn’t connected with those top students, but she has good relations with other classmates."

Paused for a moment, then added, "And those top students have long been in cahoots with Jasmine. What’s the point of her building a good relationship with them? I think this approach is great. Those who don’t appreciate kindness should be shown some tough measures, so they’ll think twice before bullying you again in the future."

After speaking, he looked at Joanne Carter and asked, "Do you have any doubts?"

Joanne hesitated for a moment, "I thought you would blame me..."

In school, fighting and not studying well, wouldn’t normal parents give a beating?

Zion Fitzwilliam laughed upon hearing this and looked at her, "Didn’t I tell you before, you don’t need to endure when being bullied. You did well."

Joanne blushed, embarrassed, lowering her head. It felt as though it was so glorious to get into a fight; she almost felt brainwashed.

Elara initially wanted to say something, but after thinking it over, Zion’s proposed approach might indeed be the best. Apologizing without boundaries might quickly smooth things over, but what about afterward? Would Joanne face even more severe retaliation? According to Zion’s proposal, at least those people would understand that Joanne would not cause trouble proactively, but she wouldn’t be afraid of it either.

The three walked inside, and Zion stood in front of Elara and Joanne, looking at those parents and said, "I’ve clearly investigated. Today, during the midterm exam, Joanne’s paper was torn by several class representatives and replaced with a blank one, which triggered the conflict. I apologize on her behalf. Joanne chose an impulsive way to resolve the issue, resulting in children getting injured. We will cover all medical expenses and additionally provide a compensation of one hundred thousand yuan per person."

Upon hearing this, those parents immediately beamed with joy. A hundred thousand yuan is no small amount; the other parents not only apologized but offered such a considerable compensation, clearly flaunting wealth.

However, just as this thought flickered in their minds, they heard Zion continue, "This matter is hereby closed, but I must remind everyone that if any further issues targeting Joanne arise in the class, she will still not hold back. We can afford the medical expenses and compensation, but the child must not suffer any grievances. This is our solution."

He looked at those parents, his face emotionless. Normally, when he conducted meetings like this with his subordinates, it could frighten even the senior executives into silence, not to mention a few stay-at-home moms.

With a stern face and cold, sweeping gaze, even the most aggressive of the parents couldn’t utter a word.

"If there’s no issue, shall we proceed with the transaction now?" Zion asked, surveying the room calmly and leisurely.

Those three parents looked at each other, feeling a bit displeased inside, yet none dared to speak against him.

In the end, they were forced to accept the proposal, each receiving a hundred thousand yuan, thus wrapping up the matter.

Elara put a lot of effort into not opening her mouth to stop him; after all, that’s three hundred thousand.

It wasn’t until they left the head teacher’s office that Elara finally said, "The compensation didn’t need to be so much. They... probably didn’t expect that much either."

After all, the most serious injury was just a few slaps on the face, it’s not like a second-degree disability. A hundred thousand is indeed a lot.

Zion, however, smiled and patiently explained, "To quickly end this matter, we must give them an unexpectedly high sum, making it irresistible. Otherwise, it would drag on for a long time."

In a day, he has so little time not spent working; he doesn’t want to waste it on irrelevant people.

Elara opened her mouth but ultimately swallowed back her words, only saying, "Then I’ll transfer you the money."

Joanne was under her care, and he was just helping along the way, but three hundred thousand is not a small amount; she couldn’t let others pay.

A flash crossed Zion’s eyes, feeling somewhat like he shot himself in the foot, muttering, "We’ll discuss it later."

Joanne followed behind them, unable to suppress her smile. She suddenly felt very fortunate, having people who care for and love her, even getting into trouble there are those who manage it.

As they walked out of the school, Joanne suddenly froze. At the end of her gaze stood a beautifully dressed girl, Jasmine.

Jasmine seemed shocked to see Joanne returning unscathed, standing there watching for a long time.

After they got into the car, an unhappy voice came from behind Jasmine, "Jasmine."

Jasmine snapped back to reality, turned her head uneasily, and got into a luxury car.

In the passenger seat of the luxury car sat Cecilia Quincy. She was wearing sunglasses, her hair down, dressed in a loose white long dress, all her arms and legs wrapped up.

At first glance, she didn’t have the slightest hint of her usual innocent appearance. Jasmine knew her mouth was injured, her cheeks swollen, her arms and legs covered in bruises.

She dared not look much, lowered her head, and said, "Cece, they compensated Joanne with a sum of money, and Joanne is unharmed."

She dared not say more than a half-word in Cecilia’s presence these days; Cecilia seemed to have become another person, ruthless, not only hitting and scolding her but also threatening her not to tell Uncle Jacobs.

Uncle Jacobs usually stayed at the company, and spending more time with Cecilia left her with no choice but to follow Cecilia’s lead.

Fortunately, their enemy was the same; otherwise, who knows how unbearable life would be.

Cecilia showed no reaction to Jasmine’s words. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She looked forward through her sunglasses, feeling quite surprised Elara paid such a high sum for that little bastard.

It’s just an orphanage brat; even if she died, no one would ask about it, would they? Would that stingy Elara really spend this money?

She initially planned for Elara to argue with those parents. Surely, it would anger them enough that they reported the matter to the education bureau and then to the police, leaving Joanne with a criminal record at the very least.

Even if not, watching Elara run around to no avail would be satisfying, best if she sent Joanne back to the orphanage. She loved seeing Elara with nothing.

Unexpectedly, the woman solved the problem so decisively.

Just as Cecilia was about to speak to Jasmine, her phone suddenly rang. Seeing the caller ID, she couldn’t help but shrink a bit, yet she dared not ignore it, picking it up and putting it to her ear, "Hello, Brother Mason."

In the past, she called him this way to highlight her gentleness. Now, it was filled with genuine fear.

Mason Jacobs’ voice was cold, questioning impatiently, "The butler said you went out, when were you allowed to leave the villa gates at will?"