Chapter 133

He was back now, and he didn't want to leave again. He wanted to stay with Marguerite and his brothers. He would be good from now on. He would behave.

Marguerite paused, her gaze fixed on him, her expression serious. "Aaron, you are my brother. I would never, ever get rid of you. Whether you're successful or not, you will always be my brother. I will never abandon you."

Aaron blinked.

Was that really true?

Yellow's mother had abandoned him because he had trouble concentrating in school and his grades were poor.

Was he worthy of love even if he wasn't perfect?

Marguerite continued, “Letting people walk all over you has never been the Scott family way. We don't start trouble, but we don't run from it, either. However, you also need to learn that fists aren't the only way to solve a problem."

She had to admit, though, seeing Jordon's smug face made it really hard not to punch him. The things he'd said were disgusting. If Aaron had to listen to that kind of talk all the time and never fought back, he would become weak. And a weak person couldn't survive in the slums.

So, she didn't blame him.

Growing up under her parents' protection, Marguerite had never hesitated to slap anyone who dared to cross her. Her parents had always told her: We don't start trouble, but we never back down from a fight. Settle your scores on the spot, they'd said, or the anger will eat you up. They would handle the consequences.

Now, Theobald was more than capable of handling the consequences, and Marguerite wasn't worried.

Theobald ended his call with Anna and walked over. "Maggie, that Jordon kid is a school bully. Those slaps you gave him were a service to the community. You were a beacon of justice."

Marguerite looked up at him and tilted her chin. "Right? That's what I thought, too."

A flicker of something passed through Aaron's eyes. Marguerite had done that for him, not for the other students.

Theobald reached out a hand, his rosary beads glinting, and ruffled Aaron's hair. "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, you and Marguerite will be safe."

Aaron nodded firmly. Theobald was so capable; he could protect Marguerite. When would he be strong enough to protect her? He couldn't wait.

Just then, a middle-aged woman stormed out of the hospital room. Spotting the three of them, she immediately started shouting, "You little brat, raised by wolves! Look what you did to my son! I'll make you pay for this!"

Theobald's voice was cold. "That constitutes verbal assault. And we will make you pay for it."

The woman was momentarily

intimidated by Theobald's

commanding presence, but she straightened her back. "What's that supposed to mean? You think you can scare us? My brother is the principal of Westside High!"

"This boy has hit my brother before. He should have been locked up then!"

This was something Marguerite had wanted to ask Aaron about. She turned to him. "Is that true? What happened?"

Aaron's eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, were filled with a dark fury. He glared at the principal. "It's true. And he deserved it."

The principal's heart sank at that

look. He had been planning to use the incident to demand

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compensation from now, Seeing how much they trusted Aaron, he didn't want to bring it up at

all. shovels

“Let's not talk about that,” he said quickly. “That's in the past. Let's focus on what happened today."

But Marguerite wanted the full story. "What was it about, Aaron?"

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