Revenge After Death



I looked at the woman. She was carrying an adorable boy who was still bawling his eyes out. It was evident that his hair was newly cut.

The woman took out her phone and showed us a photo. "This is a photo of Yannick before this. He has been keeping his hair long even though he's a boy. That's because his cousin has leukemia, and he was growing his hair out to make a wig for her.

"He spent four years growing his hair out without fearing the opinions of others, yet that punk set it on fire with a lighter!"

She got more agitated the more she spoke. "Look at this! I got this surveillance footage from the preschool!" Yannick sniffled before saying, "He bullied and hit me. He even lit my hair up with a lighter."

The police officers' faces paled. "As parents, how have you been raising your child? Hair is highly flammable it might cause disfigurement or even death!"

It was horrifying to think that a good-looking child like Yannick might have gotten his face disfigured.

The bully dared not utter a word and hid behind his parents. With the surveillance footage proving that he was in the wrong, his parents no longer dared to make a fuss.

I watched the surveillance video, finding it shocking that children of five or six could actually do such a thing. "A child's character is determined by their genes. Your child's bad behavior reflects what kind of parents you are," I said with a frown.

"What about your children, then? They even dug a hole to bury my child!" The bully's parents were unconvinced.

I looked at them and smiled coldly. "You're right. The parents' genes determine the genes of their children. My son and daughter only buried him while we would've chopped off your son's hands instead."

The bully's parents were enraged by my words, yet they remained silent as they were intimidated by Steven's presence.

Ashton and Xan quietly hid behind our backs. They were as docile as they could get.

As expected-children were just children. Even if they were trained by Genome Society, they were only children of four to five years of age.

"Since the children of both sides are at fault, just work this out among yourselves." The police officers suggested for us to come to an agreement.

Seeing that their child had done something wrong, the bully's parents no longer argued further. They brought him away after we compensated them with the costs for medical examination and treatment.

Yannick ran toward Ashton and softly said, "Thank you, Ashton."

Ashton was aloof as he eyed me discreetly. He only spoke after seeing that I wasn't mad. "My father said that the strong must protect the weak."

I found it amusing. He was intelligent, yet he took after Steven in terms of emotional intelligence -he wasn't good with words.

Yannick's mother laughed in amusement. "You have my gratitude. Thank you, Ashton and Xandra."

Xan was still lost in her own world with her Rubik's cube. She toyed with it all day long without looking up or talking to anyone. But she was fully cooperative when Ashton asked her to dig a hole, focusing intently on her task.

"My daughter is reserved and a little autistic, so she's often lost in her own world. Don't worry about her," I hurriedly explained when I saw the woman looking awkward.

Yannick's mother nodded in pleasant surprise. "She's surely very smart, then. I've seen how well Xandra plays

with the Rubik's cube. My son can barely stack up his building blocks."

I chuckled. She was indeed smart, but her wits were all she had.

"I really can't thank all of you enough for what happened today. My son's face could've been disfigured if it weren't for Ashton quickly covering my son's head with a wet shirt." The woman sighed before continuing," Children these days can be so reckless without knowing the consequences."

Inodded.

From the footage, we saw how the bully had picked on Yannick. He took out the lighter he stole from his home and lit up Yannick's hair.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Some kids liked to bully Yannick as he was a boy with long hair.