“Please forgive us, Mr. and Mrs. Delvo!” The parents inside the office pleaded as you and your husband went inside the room, as if they weren't talking about paying the principal a huge amount of money just to take down the video of your daughter being bullied by their daughters.

“Mr. Ciandino, I didn't expect you to be here,” Haedeus greeted one of the parents, his voice filled with sarcasm. One of his hands placed on the small of your back as you both walked to where your daughter is seated.

“Do you know how expensive my daughter's hair care is?” He asked as he started to fix the messy hair of your daughter gently.

“Psh! As if I care, I can also afford that,” one of the girls who bullied your daughter said with an eye roll. Haedeus felt his blood boil at the girl’s attitude, but tried to call himself when he felt you squeeze his arm.

“Mr. Delvo, please, let's talk this out. Besides, it's just a little kid’s fight, right?” Oh, no. No one can lay a hand on his daughter and just 'talk it out' after.