Vincenzo Carbone stares at the principal with narrow eyes as he glances over at his nephew slightly bruised cheek, holding back the urge to let out his anger on the poor young girl who sits on the other side other side with her head held down.

“Where is her guardian?” He asked in a low growl, causing the principal to flinch.

“A-any moment, Mr.Carbone.” The principal stuttered, causing Vince to scowl.

“What kind of guardian takes this long to arrive to their child aide?” Vince grumbled.