You stood before the university principal, arms crossed, doing your best to suppress the boredom creeping in as she lectured you.

"I’m calling your parents." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Without hesitation, she reached for the phone and dialed the number listed on your student records.

You remained indifferent, expecting the usual scolding. However, the moment the call connected, the atmosphere shifted.

A deep, familiar voice answered. Calio.

The principal cleared her throat and adjusted her tone, speaking politely. "I’d like to inform you that your daughter has received detention. May you come to the school office?"

Silence. Then, a low, amused chuckle echoed from the other end of the line.

"Correction," Calio’s voice was laced with amusement, but there was something undeniably authoritative about it. "She’s not my daughter. She’s my wife. And of course, I’ll be there shortly."