Caesar's Rose

Chapter 26

🌹CJ🌹

Gasps filled the place.

I clenched my knuckles angrily, feeling the stinging pain from this strange woman's slap on my face. I looked at her, feeling my blood boil.

She is glaring at me.

"She actually hit him. Did you see that?" I heard some students whispering, making me throw them a glare.

They scurried away in fear.

"How dare you?!" The woman yelled.

I looked at her.

She is still glaring at me.

Wait a second, I have seen her before. The little wench I pushed for bumping into me, stood up and moved to the woman that just slapped me.

"Mum, why did you do that?" The wench whispered to the woman who is still glaring at me.

Mum?

The wench just called this vicious woman, mum.

I remember her. She caused a fucking scene in front of the school the other day. I practically warned the wench about it.

Now, her mother has the fucking guts to hit me!

Seriously?!

"You didn't have to slap him, ma'am." I heard Leila say.

The woman scoffed. "And why not, huh? Didn't you see what he did to her?" She asked.

"Mum, please." The wench begged.

My blood can't boil more than it already is.

"Who the hell does he think he is huh? Who the hell are you?" She yelled at me, still glaring at me and that wench is trying to stop her.

"Shut up." The woman snapped at her daughter and looked at me.

"Take that as a lesson. Don't you ever do that to my child again. Do you hear me?!" She yelled.

I clenched my jaw angrily.

She kept glaring at me.

"Dude, she can't do that to you." I heard Zach's and Luther's voice behind me.

I kept glaring at the woman.

My eyes moved to the wench next to her.

She dropped her gaze instantly.

I gritted my teeth angrily.

"What is going on here?" A familiar voice took my attention.

It was my maternal grandfather along with maternal uncle.

I farrowed my brows.

What the hell is he doing here?

He is dressed in a black suit and has his briefcase in his hand. He handing it over to my uncle who is standing behind him.

"Good day, ma'am." He greeted that wench's mother, adding to my anger.

"Morning, sir." She said.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked.

"This little brat here, pushed my daughter. Can you believe that?" She asked, looking at me.

God, this is not happening.

This has better not be happening.

I heard murmurings from the students standing around.

"Everyone, to your classes, now!" My uncle yelled.