“Dad, why did you hit me?”
Dennis had just managed to get up when another slap landed on his face. His cheek stung, and he barely had time to react.
“All you do is make trouble at school. And when you get caught, you try to blame someone else.”
Henry Dean pointed at Dennis, his face twisted with anger. He spoke in a low, cold voice. “You’re going to apologize to Charlotte. Right now. Do it.”
The harsh sound of the slap still echoed through the office.
Andrew and Parrish stared, eyes wide. They looked completely shocked. What on earth was going on?
Steven and the teachers stood frozen, too. None of them could believe what they were seeing. Had Henry Dean lost it? Just a few minutes ago, he was demanding that Charlotte explain herself. Now he wanted Dennis to apologize to her?
“Henry, Dennis is the one who got hurt. Why are you—” Ronald started, testing the waters.
“No. This is Dennis’s fault,” Henry Dean interrupted, gripping his hands tight as he cut Ronald off. Sweat dotted his forehead as he looked at Charlotte. “I’m truly sorry for what I said earlier, before I knew the truth. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”
“And as for my useless son…” Henry Dean yanked Dennis over, shoving him in front of Charlotte and pushing his head down. “Why are you just standing there? Apologize.”
“Charlotte, if you can forgive Dennis, whatever punishment you want, we’ll accept it. No questions asked.”
His attitude was so humble, it looked like he might drop to his knees right there.
Henry Dean’s sudden turnaround left everyone stunned. The office was dead silent, every eye on Charlotte.
She lifted her head a little, her face striking and bright, but her eyes were icy cold. Just looking at her made it clear that an apology wasn’t going to be enough to calm her down.



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