Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Why Did You Hit Me?
About two hours later, Leon Keane, like a satisfied beast, leisurely finished dressing and left.
Ivana Monroe dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom and soaked for an entire hour, but the hard lumps on her back swelled from the soaking. When she came out of the water and wiped with a white bath towel, varying shades of blood stains sullied the towel.
Ivana frowned, perhaps her body was too tired, and the sores on her back burst open, but the pain was not very apparent.
She couldn’t be bothered to treat the wounds on her back, wiped it once more, and directly took her pajamas, put them on, stuffed the blood-stained towel and dirty clothes into the washing machine, and pressed the start button.
She returned to her bedroom, set her phone alarm for half an hour before Timmy’s school ended, then lay on the bed and closed her eyes.
She was too tired, so tired that she didn’t even have the energy to be sad about her body being taken by this beast Leon Keane. Well, at least the cost was clear, she had paid it, and wouldn’t owe him anymore in the future.
He also could no longer use the life-saving grace to make other excessive demands of her.
In her dreams.
Ivana’s back felt itchy, as if ants were crawling on it; she moved uncomfortably, the ants disappeared, but after a while, her back itched again...
This itch didn’t last long before completely vanishing.
Ivana was awakened by her phone alarm; she changed into a set of casual clothes, grabbed her phone, and went out to Wellbright Kindergarten to pick up Timmy.
Wellbright Kindergarten.
Two identical little boys were exchanging clothes in the boys’ restroom.
"Brother, when you see my mommy, don’t put on that cool expression! It’s easy to blow your cover! You have to learn from me, show a sunny smile like this, warmly hug my mommy, and shout, ’Mommy, Timmy misses you so much.’"
"So troublesome?" Ian Keane, wearing Timmy Monroe’s clothes, looked disdainfully at the Minions backpack in his hand; he started to regret it, this game of swapping parents didn’t seem very fun.
"Can’t do it, brother? If brother can’t do it, we can end this game, in which case brother has to admit defeat." Timmy Monroe wore Ian Keane’s sunglasses, grinning with his little white baby teeth, exuding cuteness.
"I won’t lose, I will never lose." Ian Keane’s handsome little face turned cold; the word "lose" didn’t exist in his dictionary.
Timmy Monroe made an "OK" gesture with his little hand to Ian Keane, "Brother, are you ready? The moment we step out, we switch identities."
"Mm." Ian Keane opened the bathroom door.
"Timmy Monroe, did you fall into the toilet and eat a bowl of poop? You’ve been in there so long and even locked the door outside, do you have a death wish?" Franklin Young, holding his pee, stomped his foot; seeing "Timmy Monroe" inside, he was furious and wanted to punch him to death for occupying the toilet for so long.
Ian Keane’s eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Not satisfied? You dare glare at me? Just wait, after I finish peeing, we’ll settle this with fists." Franklin Young was about to wet his pants; he did a pee dance, "Good dogs don’t block the way, get out of the way."
Ian Keane clenched his small fists, his icy gaze showing signs of exploding into violence.
At Wellbright Kindergarten, no one dared to talk to him like this, Franklin Young, this pig, hadn’t learned his lesson being beaten by him, he wouldn’t mind doing it again.
Ian Keane hadn’t thrown a punch yet when a little boy behind him did.
Timmy Monroe punched Franklin Young’s chubby face; Franklin Young was knocked to the ground, and Timmy Monroe rode on him, his little fists fiercely pounding Franklin Young.
"Ah~ it hurts! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, Ian Keane, I didn’t offend you, why are you hitting me? Wah..."
Franklin Young mistakenly thought Ian Keane was hitting him. He didn’t dare retaliate because the painful lesson from last time told him that fighting back would result in an even worse beating from Ian Keane.
Franklin Young cried while begging for mercy.
"Do I need a reason to hit you?" Timmy Monroe said arrogantly, continuing to hit Franklin Young with his little fists.
"Wah... help! I’m going to be beaten to death by Ian Keane..." Franklin Young wailed loudly.
Ian Keane was stunned, then his coldly handsome little face showed a smile.
His younger brother... fought really well.
A few passing classmates saw Franklin Young being pressed down and beaten at the men’s restroom by "Ian Keane," daring only to watch from afar, not to approach; none of them dared to offend "Ian Keane."
Robin Alden heard Franklin Young’s cries of misery and hurried over; upon seeing her nephew being beaten by "Ian Keane," her face changed, and she ran over, trying to pull "Ian Keane" away.
"Heavens~ my little ancestor, you’re going to beat him to death." Robin Alden didn’t dare exert too much force pulling "Ian Keane," afraid of offending this little ancestor.
Luckily, the "little ancestor" was tired of hitting, so Robin Alden didn’t have to exert much effort to pull him away, picking up the bawling Franklin Young from the ground. Seeing his chubby face bruised, Robin Alden didn’t dare scold "Ian Keane," venting her frustration on the nearby "Timmy Monroe."
"Watching your classmate getting beaten up, you just stand here watching the spectacle and won’t even help separate them? Your performance this semester is the worst; don’t think about receiving certificates or little red flowers."
Ian Keane was scolded without knowing what was going on, his handsome little face turned cold.
Tap tap tap...
Ivana Monroe ran over in high heels, pulling Ian Keane into her arms, coldly asking, "Mrs. Alden, when classmates fight, you don’t punish the two fighting kids, but blame an innocent child instead. Do you think this is appropriate?"
Ian Keane was held by a stranger woman, expecting to feel very uncomfortable, but surprisingly, his body didn’t show any rejection towards her.
Ian Keane looked at the furious woman; her eyes seemed like blazing stars, so bright, so lively.
Is this Timmy Monroe’s mommy?
"Ma..." Timmy Monroe quickly covered his mouth; upon seeing mommy, he was so excited, almost forgetting the agreement with his brother to call her mommy.
The angry Ivana didn’t hear, or rather, her entire attention was on the little boy in her arms, mistakenly thinking he was Timmy Monroe.
Robin Alden was stumped by Ivana’s question; one was her precious nephew, the other was the Keane family’s little son. Even given ten courage, she wouldn’t dare punish the Keane family’s little son.
This damned Ivana, coming at the worst time, truly annoying.
"Mrs. Alden, why aren’t you speaking?" Ivana sharply asked.
Robin Alden laughed falsely, "Punishment? These two kids are so young, only six years old, and they’re boys. Aren’t all boys at this age stage roughhousing? Punishing them on impulse would only worsen their relationship."
"I’m not blaming your son, it was just a bit loud,
I’m doing this for his own good, teaching him not to coldly stand by when seeing a classmate bullied, but to bravely stand up and help others."