SFS Chapter 1260 - 1259: The Zane Family’s Eighth-Generation Misfortune
Chapter 1260 - 1259: The Zane Family’s Eighth-Generation Misfortune
"Mrs. Shaw, have you made up your mind?" Mrs. Zane, completely unaware that things were heading in a dreadful direction, raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms as she looked at Leah, sneering, "Will you have your child apologize to my son in front of the entire school, or shall we invite Director Tan over for your whole family to apologize to us?"
Leah let out a cold laugh and was about to speak when a man’s long and warm hand held hers, reassuringly gripping it.
Richard Shaw’s handsome and stern face was somewhat cold, and his voice was frigid, carrying an air of authority as he said indifferently, "Although the child is young, he is full of pride. Apologizing is unnecessary. Both parties bear some responsibility in this matter. Classmate Zhang abused his power to bully the weak. Instead of properly educating your child, you, as parents, used your influence to aid in this wrongdoing. Both the parents and the child are at fault.
Casimir Shaw also made a mistake, relying on his years of training in the Military District and his agility to fight violence with violence in educating his peers. His error lies in his arrogance. Facing four classmates stronger and bigger than himself, had his skills been inferior, he might have gotten injured. In the future, don’t do things that make your parents worry, understand?"
Richard Shaw’s last words were directed at his son.
Casimir Shaw thought seriously for a moment, then nodded and said, "Old Richard, I realize my mistake. Know thyself and know thy enemy, and you will never be defeated."
The crowd was dumbfounded. The Zane Family was about to bring in the Director, yet Casimir’s parents were still so calm, and even reprimanded the entire Zane Family? As for the mistakes his son supposedly made, was that a mistake? It was clearly about educating him, understanding the opponent’s strength before acting.
Mrs. Zane’s face turned pale with anger, and even Mr. Zane was fuming. How dare someone reprimand him?
At this point, Grandpa Zane finally learned some details about Richard Shaw’s identity, hung up the phone, and his hand on his cane was trembling. Seeing his foolish son glaring at Richard Shaw, as if ready to fight, he nearly blacked out and struck his son on the calf with his cane, angrily shouting, "Nonsense."
The crowd was stunned by this turn of events. What was wrong with Grandpa Zane? Was he so angry he’d gone mad?
Mr. Zane was hit in the shin by his own father, the sharp pain making him bewildered. He turned back and asked, "Dad, did you hit the wrong person?"
"I hit you, didn’t I? What are you up to? Speak clearly." The old man said with a stern face, looking at Richard Shaw. Since coming in, he seemed silent and reserved, but in reality, he didn’t think much of this event, nor did he regard them with any importance. He was simply well-mannered, patient enough to listen to their antics.
The old man’s palm was sweating, and he almost couldn’t hold his cane. Seeing the Winton Family daughter-in-law brought in by his own daughter-in-law, who had been so arrogant at first and now silent as if trying to turn into a quail, his heart sank. It was all over. It was almost certain, this Mister Shaw was indeed that Major General Shaw.
The Shaw Family may be low-key, but as someone who had seen a lot in his lifetime, how could Grandpa Zane not recognize someone from the Shaw Family? Only in the past five or six years, Richard Shaw had been nearly in semi-retirement, seldom appearing in public. Moreover, he lost his wife early and lived alone, and this Casimir Shaw had a mother, so he hadn’t immediately inquired about his identity. By the time the phone call confirmed it, it was too late.
The Zane Family had truly hit an incredibly bad streak of luck, tangled up in this mess. The old man thought of his daughter-in-law’s constant shouting and cursing at Major General Shaw and his wife, wishing he could toss her out the door with his cane. This woman! He wished his son would divorce her early to prevent the entire family from being ruined by her.
Not only making Casimir Shaw apologize, but also expecting Major General Shaw to apologize to them—thinking of this, the old man was so overwhelmed that he almost staggered.
Behind him, Principal Liu swiftly stepped forward, supporting the old man, and laughed, "Don’t get upset, please sit down before speaking."
But Grandpa Zane didn’t dare to sit. Even Major General Shaw had been standing all along.
The old man studied the handsome, stern man carefully and found indeed his bearing was upright and towering, his features carrying the aura of a high-ranking person, with traits typical of long-term military service. Seeing this, he hurriedly gave his son another thrashing.
The crowd was once again stunned. Mr. Zane’s face was flushed, feeling like he’d lost face entirely after being hit by his father twice in front of everyone. But he didn’t dare hit back.
At this point, everyone sensed something was wrong. Why were the Zane Family members fighting amongst themselves?
What was going on?
Mrs. Zane also sensed something amiss. After all, the old man had always doted on his son, had personally chosen his son’s name, so how come?
Mrs. Zane quickly looked to the Winton Family daughter brought along.
Serena Winton didn’t know when she had made her way to the office door, not like she was pushed out, but more like she had secretly retreated there.
"Serena, why are you standing outside? Come in," Mrs. Zane said with a smile, as if she was her strongest support.
Serena, trying hard to minimize her presence, was suddenly called out, and her smile turned a bit stiff, wishing she could sew Mrs. Zane’s mouth shut.
"I’m just passing by. This matter has nothing to do with me. I won’t go in," Serena said with a forced smile, carefully glancing at Leah. Their longstanding relationship through childhood fights had never resulted in any real advantage on her part. Of course, she had to distance herself from this situation.
Seeing her suddenly change sides, Mrs. Zane’s face changed, and she looked at Grandpa Zane, feeling quite lost.
Grandpa Zane, holding onto a last shred of hope, looked at Richard Shaw and asked, "Are you from the Shaw Family?" with some hesitation.
Seeing that Grandpa Zane had spent over ten minutes on the phone and could confirm his identity, Richard Shaw nodded faintly, his voice low and intense, "Yes."
His last shred of hope crushed, the old man could barely stand, yet accustomed to major challenges, quickly grabbed his arrogant grandson, scolding fiercely, "Leo Zane, was it you who hit your classmate first? I let you bully classmates at school, learn nothing good? I’ll beat you to death, you little brat."
All the while, the old man was slapping the small chubby boy on the head. At first, he was reluctant to hit hard, but thinking of the dire situation now, he had to intensify his blows, as even he would suffer along, not just the grandson.
Leo Zane, seeing his beloved grandpa hit him, burst into tears, howling on the ground.
The crowd was shocked for the third time, considering the old man’s question: a Shaw Family member? Casimir’s surname is Shaw, he is indeed part of the Shaw Family, nothing wrong with that.
Mr. Zane was the first to react, a man within politics who’d deduced a terrifying guess. Watching his own father hit his son, his face turned ashen, his legs shaking. Could he, could he, could he possibly be Major General Richard Shaw, the notable figure in the Imperial City?