The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 83: Henry Jennings Comes to Meridia

Chelsea Grant doted on Stephen Sinclair, after all, she had gone to great lengths to have this child with Chase Sinclair.

Chase Sinclair didn’t love Chelsea Grant, but Chelsea put a lot of effort into their child to keep Chase tied to her.

Anxiously rushing in front of Stephen, Chelsea glanced around, seeing her son’s flushed cheeks and an angry look directed at the director of student affairs. "How do you take care of the children here!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The director quickly stood up to apologize, wearing a fawning expression. "Miss Grant, it’s like this, the two children were just roughhousing..."

"Roughhousing?" Chelsea’s cold eyes glanced in Yvette Aston’s direction, and her expression immediately darkened. "Yvette?"

Yvette hugged Summers tighter, lowering her head as she tried to leave.

"Ha... I wondered who it was, it’s you again, did you have your son hit my son?" Chelsea’s sharp voice shouted, having the bodyguards block the door. "Stop them for me!"

The bodyguard stood at the door, and Yvette couldn’t leave, taking a step back with Summers in her protection. "What do you want to do?"

Chelsea looked at Yvette in shock, then let out a mocking laugh. "What trash is your son? Does he even deserve to be at this school? Has Aegis School started focusing on precise poverty alleviation? Letting some trashy bastards in?"

Chelsea frowned at the director of student affairs. "You’d better explain to me clearly, what status does her son have to even attend this school?"

"We at Grant Group donate so much money to your school every year, is it just to have you shelter trash?" Chelsea grew angrier.

The director wiped some sweat and quickly explained. "Miss Grant, let me explain, it’s not like that, Miss Yvette... it was instructed by Mr. Grant."

Chelsea was even more shocked. "Yvette, you’re really shameless, are you seducing my brother?"

It was known that Ethan Grant was not close to women and had no scandals, yet he arranged for Yvette’s son to attend school here.

Yvette clenched her hands, taking a step back with Summers in her protection.

"Ha... really amazing, letting your son beat up my son at school? What do you think you are?" Chelsea laughed mockingly, raising her hand intending to hit Yvette.

Yvette raised her hand to grab Chelsea’s wrist, her gaze deep and somber. "Chelsea... it was your son who provoked my son first, we’re both mothers, and children are our bottom line, don’t touch my bottom line."

Chelsea looked at Yvette in shock and laughed. "Crazy, truly crazy! Get your filthy hands off."

Chelsea disdainfully shook off Yvette’s hand, looking at her with disgust. "You think you have backing now? My brother might just be temporarily interested in you, having a burst of kindness, what are you? Who in Meridia doesn’t know how filthy you are? What are you?"

Yvette lowered her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Don’t you talk about my mom!" Summers looked angrily at Chelsea, like a small beast ready to attack at any moment.

Chelsea rubbed Stephen’s head. "Son, how did he hit you?"

"He hit my face." Stephen pointed to his face.

"Yvette, for today’s incident, have your son kneel and apologize to my son, or you kneel and apologize to my son, otherwise, you can try to see if this school still wants you."

Chelsea looked at Yvette with interest, waiting for her to kneel and beg for mercy.

Yvette held Summers and took a long time to speak. "Summers is not wrong; Stephen was at fault first, if anyone should apologize, it should be you."

"Yvette, you seem to not understand the situation." Chelsea laughed. "Do you think my brother will care for you? Or do you think, once my brother knows, he will protect your little bastard over his own nephew?"

Yvette hung her head, not planning to let Ethan Grant know.

She couldn’t trouble Ethan Grant with every little thing.

"Apologize to me, kneel down!" Stephen was already spoiled, carrying the inherent arrogance and domineering of a rich son, telling Summers to kneel.

Summers clenched his hands tightly, staring at Stephen.

On the side, the teacher and director didn’t dare to make a sound, one side was the eldest lady of the Grant Family, the other was someone Mr. Grant instructed about, no matter how you looked, Chelsea was more important.

After all, an heiress is different from a temporary romantic interest.

"Refusing to apologize?" Seeing Yvette not moving, Chelsea glanced at the director. "Expel this little bastard and tell every school in Meridia, see who dares take him!"

"But..." The director nervously wiped away sweat.

"For any problems, I’ll take responsibility." Chelsea snorted coldly. "If my brother asks, just say that this little bastard injured his nephew."

The director nodded quickly.

He knew what was more important.

Yvette’s eyes reddened, with such power bullying, she was powerless to resist, but she didn’t think her son was wrong.

"Summers, let’s go, you did nothing wrong, so there’s no need to apologize. Even if you can’t go to kindergarten, mom won’t make you apologize to those who are wrong." Yvette picked up Summers, making her way out with difficulty.

This kindergarten was excellent, the kind many people struggled to get into, also the one that produced the most geniuses.

But Yvette thought, it was beyond her reach.

She wanted to instill a correct sense of values in her son, not vanity and reverence for power.

She really didn’t believe her son would get good education in such a kindergarten.

"Yvette, you’ll have a time when you come begging to me." Chelsea laughed sarcastically.

Yvette said nothing, if this kindergarten didn’t take them, they’d find another.

"Mom... did I get you into trouble?" Summers held Yvette’s neck, voice small and choked up.

Yvette shook her head. "How could you? Summers is the best, it’s not wrong to fight back when others provoke you, but in the future don’t hit people casually."

Summers’ eyes reddened more. "Mom, it was him who hit me first, he tore my drawing book, the one I drew for Dad, he also broke my toy and hit my head with it."

Yvette paused mid-step with Summers, setting him down by the roadside, carefully examining his head.

Sure enough, the scalp under his hair was already red and swollen, a bump forming.

Yvette’s eyes reddened, her voice raspy and out of control. "Why didn’t you tell mom in the office..."

Summers held Yvette’s cheeks, speaking softly. "I was afraid mom would be bullied."

Yvette lowered her head, tears falling uncontrollably.

He was only five, still so small, why was he so considerate it hurt?

"Mom isn’t afraid of bad people, so Summers shouldn’t be afraid..." Yvette thought, she could live her whole life humbly in the dust, scared and compliant, but her son couldn’t...

Since she gave birth to Summers, she had to be responsible for him.

She couldn’t let her son continue her filthy, lowly life.

Not planning for herself, she must plan for her son.

So no matter what, she must escape her current situation.

She must utilize everyone and every resource she could, to claw her way out of the abyss step by step.

"Yvette!"

By the roadside, a black car pulled to a stop, a person descending with an urgent voice.

Yvette’s body stiffened, panicked, holding Summers tight.

It was Henry Jennings.

He had chased her all the way to Meridia.

"Yvette..."

Ben Ziegler had driven five and a half hours to finally reach Meridia.

He guessed at this time, Yvette would be at school waiting for Summers.

When Summers was at the hospital, their people had inquired about Summers’ current school address.

"Henry..." Yvette lowered her head, holding Summers’ fingers more tightly.

Summers looked up at Henry, his large eyes filled with confusion.

"Are you Summers?" Henry took a deep breath, adjusting his emotions, his voice gentle. "I am your dad."