It wasn’t until the little boy behind the woman poked his head in that William Brooks suddenly realized—this must be David Foster’s mother.

Doomed.

Even though the other party hadn’t spoken yet, William Brooks could already foresee that her morning would once again be anything but peaceful.

“Are you David Foster’s mother? May I help you with something?”

David Foster’s mother wore a pair of red-rimmed glasses, her hair was neatly combed, and she walked at a steady, unhurried pace. There was a slight smile on her face, but for some reason, it made William Brooks feel a bit uneasy.

“It’s like this: yesterday, David Foster was hit by someone at school. I came here today specifically to get an explanation.”

William Brooks: “……”

After Mrs. Foster finished speaking, the other teachers in the office all turned to look at her.

Seeing that this parent looked like someone not easily fooled, they all shook their heads and went back to their own work. One female teacher even cast a sympathetic glance at William Brooks.

“Mrs. Foster, please have a seat.”

William Brooks brought her a chair, and after she sat down, said, “It’s not as serious as you think. He wasn’t beaten, it was just the kids horsing around. I already criticized them yesterday, and I also called Little David’s father to explain the situation.”

“Criticized?”

Mrs. Foster’s eyebrows shot up immediately. “It was Edward Sutton who started it, so why criticize Little David?”

“Because Little David said…”

“That’s enough, teacher, you don’t need to explain.” Mrs. Foster raised her hand, cutting off William Brooks’s explanation. “I already found out what happened last night. My husband doesn’t care about these things, so you don’t need to listen to him. Right now, I just want Edward Sutton’s parent to give me an explanation. Otherwise, how can I feel at ease letting my child stay in the same class as someone so rough and violent? What if he gets led astray in the future?”

As a teacher who had only graduated not long ago, William Brooks had truly never encountered a parent like this before.

She was full of questions, not understanding Mrs. Foster’s logic, so she turned her head, wanting to ask David Foster what he had said when he got home last night.

But as soon as David Foster saw her look, he immediately hid behind his mother.

“How about this.”

William Brooks had no choice but to say, “Little David, go to the classroom and bring Edward Sutton here.”

After David Foster left, William Brooks said, “Mrs. Foster, kids roughhousing is a common thing. They already shook hands and made up yesterday. I don’t think there’s any need to bring up unpleasant things again.”

“The only reason they shook hands and made up is because you, teacher, tried to smooth things over.”

Mrs. Foster said righteously, “Little David’s face has several scratch marks. When I asked him what happened, he cried his heart out. Clearly, he’s not okay with it, so today Edward Sutton’s parent must give me an explanation.”

Yesterday, William Brooks had indeed only paid attention to Edward Sutton, whose face was covered in nosebleed. It was only later that she noticed David Foster was also injured, with two faint scratch marks on his face that you wouldn’t notice unless you looked closely.

In short, no matter what William Brooks said now, David Foster’s mother insisted that Edward Sutton’s parent come in person to apologize, and refused to admit that David Foster had done anything wrong.

Since that was the case, William Brooks felt that Ethan Sutton would definitely have to communicate with David Foster’s mother.

As for how that communication would go, that could be dealt with later.

“Alright, I’ll help you contact Edward Sutton’s parent.”

William Brooks said, “But Edward Sutton’s parent is very busy and may not be available right away.”

“No wonder.”

Mrs. Foster let out a cold laugh and said nothing more, but her tone was extremely unpleasant.

As if Edward Sutton had some kind of character flaw.

Just then, Edward Sutton came in together with David Foster.

The two kids probably hadn’t clarified things on the way over. As soon as Edward Sutton entered, he blinked his big, confused eyes and asked anxiously, “Mr. Brooks, why do you need to call my parent again?”

Before William Brooks could answer, Mrs. Foster completely ignored Edward Sutton’s presence and said directly, “I don’t care how busy his parent is. If he hit my child, I need an explanation. How about this, Mr. Brooks, you call his parent, and I’ll talk to them myself.”

William Brooks ignored her, rummaging through her bag for her phone while comforting Edward Sutton.

“It’s nothing, just a simple chat. See, when I talked to your dad yesterday, he didn’t scold you, did he?”

Seeing that William Brooks was moving too slowly, David Foster’s mother pulled out her own phone and quickly handed it to Edward Sutton, her face cold. “Here, you call your parent yourself.”

Of course, Edward Sutton didn’t take the phone, but looked helplessly at William Brooks.

“Why do I have to call my parent?”

“Yuanyuan, about what happened yesterday, David Foster’s mother wants to talk to your dad. Don’t be afraid, just call him. With the teacher here, your dad won’t scold you.”

Seeing that Edward Sutton still didn’t move, David Foster’s mother said, “If you won’t call, then I’ll just find your dad’s contact in the DingTalk group. When that happens…”

“I’ll call!” Edward Sutton quickly reached out and almost snatched the phone from David Foster’s mother’s hand.

Seeing how flustered he was, David Foster’s mother gave a snort of laughter, folded her arms, and stared at him from the side.

Edward Sutton pressed the keys while sneaking glances at William Brooks’s expression, so nervous that he got several numbers wrong.