—5 years later—
BECKY'S POV:-
"Mommy!"Robert approaches me as I get out of my car. I cross my arms and coldly look at him.
Yes Robert. Me and Freeny got married when she healed completely and soon Robert took birth. I remember how Freen cried in happiness.
It's already been five years. Freen shut down all the WMO business and now we are just living our normal life without any worries.
Back to my naughty kid. We got a phone call from his schoolso here i am dealing with everything.
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything! You told me to be a good boy mommy" Robert looks at me with teary eyes.
"Robert do you want me to kick you out?! I told you to go into my office right now!" A woman in her late 30s was walking towards us furiously.
"Just kick me out of this rubish
school!" Rob coldly answered. Good job baby."You--."
"Lay a hand on him and I'll burn this school" I coldly answer when she was about to grab Rob.
I remove my Chanel sunglasses.
"You must be the principal? Or the school's librarian?"
"M-miss Rebecca Armstrong" She looks at me in fear and excitement.
"It's Rebecca Chankimha"
"Y-yes M-Mrs. Chankimha" She swallows down a lump in her throat before she continued.
"He gave a student 4 stitches an---"
"How can he get 4 stitches when all facilities here are child safety?"
"Sarocha?!" I look back in shock when she cut off the principal, she was standing beside her car and Non as well.
I clear my throat and speak—
"I told you---."
"No hon! Let me hear her answer first" Freen stands beside me, placing her arm around my waist and caressing
it."Calm down please" She whispers which made me sigh.
We both look at the princip----or should I say bitch who is drooling over my Freeny already.
"Miss! I am asking you! Where is your son?! I'll pay for his hospital bill if you have proof that my son did that!" Freen asks coldly.
"You need proof? Money won't solve it! I don't care if you're both billionaires! Your son is a monster! He gave my son 4 stitches" A man behind Robert shouted which made me shake in anger.
"That's it! Non get all the copies
from the CCTVs then call Noey" Freen coldly comnmands, I know she trying to hold herself from punching this asshole."B-but no CCTVS are installed" The principal answers.
"A school needs CCTVs for child
safety too! And my sister-in-law
bought this school last year, she's the one who requested for the installation of CCTVS. What else do you want?" I raise my eyebrow."M-miss Chankimha can I get your autograph?" A parent approaches Freen.
Freen looks at me for permission
and I just nod. She quickly gave her autograph and we both look at the man and the bitch.
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