Chapter 38: I’m the One Who Hit Your Son (Reward for Extra)

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: I’m the One Who Hit Your Son (Reward for Extra)"You should be well aware of what kind of son you raised. You know right from wrong. So what’s the point of coming here to complain? Are you trying to say your son was beaten at Mason’s instigation?" Bella Green looked at Megan Lowe with a mocking and cold gaze, her posture incredibly arrogant. Her cherry-colored lips slightly curved, a beautiful arc that made her small face even more radiant, yet no one could feel any warmth from it. "Do I need to tell you why your son got hit? Oh, I forgot to tell you, I was the one who hit your son, and the reason is very simple." "Of course, because he deserved it!" Bella’s eyes carried a coldness, speaking each word with extreme arrogance and dominance. Mason looked at the frail ’youth’ in full force, a dark light seemed to flash in his eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off that incredibly beautiful face, feeling somewhat surprised, and also inexplicably pleased... Did this little thing suddenly get angry because of him? The old lady was also taken aback by Bella Green’s sudden rage. However, she quickly reacted, with her fire of anger completely extinguished by this act, leaving her somewhat between laughter and tears. But Megan Lowe wasn’t feeling as relaxed. Hearing that the person who beat her son was right in front of her, she was so angry her eyes widened, pointing at Bella Green but unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. "So you were the one who hit my son. Mom, you heard it, right? This little bastard hit your grandson. Call the police, call the police right now!" Megan Lowe screamed like a madwoman. Her demeanor was like that of a market shrew, making the old lady’s face completely darken. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Megan Lowe." The old lady shouted loudly. Megan Lowe was startled, looking at the old lady with a face full of grievance and unwillingness: "Mom, Feiting is your biological grandson. It’s one thing for Mason to outrank him, but now is even an outsider more important than Feiting?" "Megan Lowe, one thing Bella didn’t say wrong is, do you really not know your own son? Have you forgotten why he was sent abroad back then? No sooner has he come back, he’s causing trouble again. Might as well have him roll back as soon as possible." The old lady’s cold expression showed none of the usual kindness, emitting the authoritative aura of someone in power. Bella Green touched her nose, feeling both guilty and awkward. She had just been deliberately opposing Megan Lowe for the sake of it, not expecting the old lady to actually say she was right. Megan Lowe trembled with anger, never imagining that today’s visit would end like this. She had intended to use this matter to get Mason to hand over some power as compensation for her son, but instead, she almost got her son, who had finally returned, sent abroad again. Megan Lowe looked at the old lady, then at Mason, daring not to voice her anger. Finally, her gaze fell on Bella Green, with such a venomous glare that it could almost pierce through her. Originally planning to complain, she ended up leaving in disgrace, and in her heart, she absolutely hated Bella Green. The meal, which started pleasantly, ended on a somber note. With the commotion Megan Lowe caused, the old lady also lost interest, didn’t talk with Bella Green any more, instructed Mason to ensure her safe trip home, and then went upstairs to rest. ... A black Mercedes-Maybach parked under the large tree outside the estate, its dark exterior almost blending into the night. Mason’s dark eyes were deep and clear, watching the youth in the passenger seat. Those eyes, like the unfathomable deep sea under the night sky, mysterious and alluring, seemed ready at any moment to pull someone into an unseen whirlpool, leaving them lost and sinking. Bella Green felt somewhat creeped out by the gaze, shifting uneasily in her seat: "Aren’t we leaving?" Mason didn’t speak. He had actually wanted to ask the little one if the reason he targeted Megan Lowe just now was because of him. But he felt the question was somewhat inexplicable, so he didn’t open his mouth for a long time. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze and drive away, that faint pink once again caught his attention. The collar of the youth’s hoodie, that touch of pink, he had seen it once that afternoon; it seemed like a shoulder strap. His curiosity rose again. He raised his hand and reached out to that suspicious pink...