Chapter 6 - Confronting Mrs Vance With Evidence
Mark walked past the rows of student desks, his footsteps ringing sharp and heavy against the linoleum floor.
Dylan looked up from his seat, his tear-stained cheeks lighting up with an overwhelming surge of safety and relief.
“Dad...” Dylan whispered, holding his reddened hand close to his chest beneath his crimson hoodie.
Mark knelt beside his son for a fleeting second, checking his hand before standing up to face the terrified teacher.
“You struck my son with a wooden ruler over a fee that you deliberately manipulated,” Mark stated in a deadly quiet tone.
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“He was delinquent on his administrative dues! It’s standard disciplinary protocol!” Mrs. Vance stammered defensively, stepping backward.
“It’s extortion, Mrs. Vance, and I have the financial records and video footage to prove every single illegal cent,” Mark fired back.
