Part 2My Husband Bought the School for Our Hurt Son

Dead silence hung on the line for two entire seconds.

Then, Dominic’s deep, commanding voice came through the speaker.

"Understood. Where are you? I am on my way."

Hearing this, Victoria froze for a split second before bursting into hysterical laughter.

"Oh my god, I am dying! The nephew of a lackey? What is this, a soap opera?" She pointed at me, wiping a tear of mirth from the corner of her eye. "Where exactly does your husband work, sweetheart? Give me the name so my uncle can pay him a special little visit."

The principal gave me a look of pure pity, sighing heavily. "Noah's mom, stop making a fool of yourself out of spite. The Harrington family’s connections are far beyond anything you can comprehend. Just sign the papers, take the cash, and go pay for your kid's surgery."

I ended the call and stared at them with ice in my veins.

"I said I am not signing anything. You will revoke that disciplinary warning. Tristan will apologize in front of the entire student body, and then he will pack his bags and get out of this school."

My words landed like bricks in the quiet office.

Victoria’s laughter died instantly. Her face twisted into an ugly, venomous mask.

"I tried to give you an out, you ungrateful bitch."

She leaned forward, her eyes practically bulging. "Looks like forty grand is not enough to satisfy your greedy little appetite. Fine. Fifty grand. Take it or leave it. Keep pushing my buttons, and I swear to God I will make sure you do not see a single dime. And your precious son? He will be expelled before lunch."

The principal was sweating profusely now. He grabbed my arm. "Are you insane? You cannot fight them! Swallow your pride and think about your child!"

I yanked my arm away and glared straight at Victoria.

"Keep your money. You are going to need it for your son's coffin."

"You!" Victoria gasped, her chest heaving violently. Her manicured finger trembled as she pointed at me. "Good! Very good! I am going to show you exactly how the real world works today!"

She hit speed dial and put her phone on speaker.

"Uncle Wallace! I am at the school. Some trailer trash parent is causing a scene. Tell the principal to kick her kid to the curb right now!"

A greasy, overly confident male voice boomed from the speaker. It was the man from the photo.

"Vicky, sweetheart, you do not need me for a minor pest control issue like this. Just hand the phone to the principal. Who has the guts to piss off my favorite niece?"

Victoria tipped her chin up triumphantly and shoved the phone toward the principal.

Woodrow’s face immediately morphed into a mask of pure worship. He bowed to the phone as if the man could see him. "Superintendent Wallace! It is an honor, sir. Please do not worry. I will handle this immediately. Your niece will be completely satisfied!"

Victoria ended the call, her arrogance now suffocating the room.

"Hear that? Even if you drop to your knees and beg me right now, it is too late." She turned to the principal, barking her order. "Process Noah’s expulsion. Right this second."

Wiping his forehead, the principal gave me one last look of feigned helplessness before caving completely. "Noah's mom, my hands are tied. You brought this upon yourself."

I ignored him. I just kept my eyes locked on the heavy oak door of the office.

Dominic said he was on his way.

And Dominic never made empty promises.

Under Victoria’s impatient glaring, the principal’s shaky hand reached for his desk phone to call the registrar. My heart climbed into my throat, beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Right at that moment, Victoria’s phone rang.

Her face instantly softened into a sickeningly sweet smile. It was her precious boy, Tristan.

"Hey, baby. What is wrong? Miss your mommy?"

The voice on the other end was loud, bratty, and entitled. "Mom, is that broke loser's mom gone yet? Stop wasting time with her and get her out of here, she is ruining my vibe. Oh, and the new global edition gaming console dropped today. You promised you would buy it for me!"

Victoria beamed. "Of course, sweetheart. Mommy will go grab it as soon as I take out the trash here. Be good in class."

She hung up and gave me a side eye that could curdle milk.

"See the difference? My son gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. Your son? He drags his parents down and gets kicked to the curb. I guess some people are just born to be at the bottom of the food chain."

Her words twisted like a knife in my chest. I clenched my fists so hard my fingernails drew blood from my palms.

Suddenly, someone pounded on the office door.

The principal’s secretary poked her head in, her face drained of all color, looking like she had just seen a ghost.

"Sir! Boss! It is a disaster!"

"The major shareholders of the academy, and Mr. Montgomery from the board of directors... they are all here! They are swarming the conference room right now demanding an emergency board meeting!"

The phone receiver slipped from the principal’s sweaty grip and clattered loudly against the desk.

"What? Chairman Montgomery? Why is he here? Why didn't anyone warn me?"