You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1891: Defying Me

Chapter 1891: Defying Me

When the other kids in the class heard this, they turned around, each showing a different expression as

they looked at Westbrook. Most of them looked sympathetic, but there were a few who seemed to take

pleasure in his misfortune.

The troublemaker boy, hearing Westbrook's admission, became even more brazen. He turned to call

the other kids who had been bullied by Westbrook before, "What are you standing there for? Haven't

you all been bullied by him? Come and hit him!"

The children who attended this school, aside from coming from well-off families, were mostly

precocious and intellectually gifted. They were not your average kids. Under the instigation of the

troublemaker, a group of children swarmed towards Westbrook, raising their little fists against him.

Westbrook did indeed have some rough fighting skills, but he didn't want to cause trouble at school

now. In case the teachers told his family, he feared being scolded. His mom was gone, his dad wasn't

really a dad, and now the one in charge was Vicki, who was particularly formidable. The thought of it

made him shudder. He was afraid of being kicked out by the Saunders family. So, he never dared to be

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As he saw several kids' fists landing on him, he covered his head, dodging, but not fighting back.

Kiki, seeing the other kids ganging up on Westbrook, shouted, "Stop it, you're going too far. He doesn't

have a mom anymore. How can you bully him again? Stop! All of you, stop it."

Kiki's attitude towards Westbrook changed. She began to feel sympathy for him. Their experiences

were similar; from now on, they would both lack the love of a close relative.

She stepped forward to stop the other kids' harassment, even grabbing the troublemaker boy by his

collar.

Seeing Kiki coming to help, Westbrook felt relieved, but at the same time worried that the other kids

might accidentally hurt Kiki. He pushed the troublemaker boy away, reached out to encircle Kiki with his

arms, and shielded her while shouting, "Don't hit her. If you want to hit someone, hit me."

More and more children joined in the commotion, enclosing Westbrook completely. Before, Westbrook

had indeed bullied them, and now it was a good chance for them to seek revenge. The whole

classroom turned into chaos.

Westbrook took several hits, but he didn't even frown. In the past, he would have definitely cried out in

pain. Being brought up in comfort, when had he ever been treated like this? But now was different; he

only wanted to protect Kiki. Regarding how many hits he took, it didn't matter to him at all.

Anderson sat at a distance, watching the scene.

Suddenly, he stood up, took out a slingshot from his bag, which was forbidden at school. He had

brought it in secretly.

Pulling the slingshot taut, he aimed at the people surrounding Westbrook, one by one, precise and

accurate.

"Ah! Ah!" The boys started to yell in succession.

Touching the back of their heads, they stopped their actions, hopping in pain.

Anderson used traceless pellets, upon impact, they dissolved into water, leaving no marks. Seeing the

boys dispersing, he casually tucked the slingshot back into his pocket.

Several boys turned to look at Anderson, questioning, "Was that you, Anderson? You clearly dislike

Westbrook too, why are you doing this? It's fine if you don't come and join in hitting him, but why use a

slingshot on us?"

The troublemaker boy, hit twice by Anderson's slingshot, angrily said, "Exactly! Don't think I don't know.

You were the one who used a slingshot on Westbrook before, and you were also the one who locked

Westbrook in the toilet. I've heard about it, don't try to deny it."

Anderson shrugged, "So what if it was me?"

The troublemaker boy was irrational, "We should be together. What are you doing now?"

"Nothing much. I don't like so many people bullying one person. It's not fair. If you have a problem, you

can fight one-on-one. Let's see what you're made of when you're outnumbered." Anderson spoke

indifferently.

"Fine, one-on-one it is. Who's afraid of who?" The troublemaker boy raised his head arrogantly,

speaking loudly, but his eyes flickered toward Westbrook, showing a hint of apprehension. Perhaps he

wasn't confident of winning, otherwise he wouldn't have been bullied before.

At this moment, Westbrook pulled Kiki up from the ground and asked, "Kiki, did they hit you?"

Kiki shook her head, looking at the red mark on Westbrook's cheek. She exclaimed, "Oh my! You have

a red markhere."

Westbrook shook his head, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Then he looked at the troublemaker boy, "I don't want to fight you, and one-on-one won't work either. I

hit you before, and you just hit back. If you feel it's not enough, then come at me again. I promise not to

fight back. Let's settle the score today."

He pushed Kiki gently, "Go to the side, don't let them hurt you."

"Are you serious? I want to take back everything from before." The troublemaker boy glared at

Westbrook.

Westbrook nodded. It was as if he had grown up in just a few days, becoming much more mature. He

had completely changed. His family could still afford to send him to an elite school, and he had to be

content with that. He didn't want to leave the Saunders family, and he was even more afraid of never

seeing Kiki again.

"Okay, you said it, no fighting back," the troublemaker boy said, looking around. He decided to release

all his pent-up frustration. He rushed forward, intending to grab Westbrook's collar.

Unbeknownst to them, Anderson suddenly shouted, "Who dares to lay a hand on him?"

Anderson's stern expression made the troublemaker boy hesitate, not daring to make a move.

"Anderson, why are you helping him?" the other kids asked.

Anderson's expression darkened. Having no mother or father undoubtedly left a huge void in a child's

life. He had never known who his father was, and seeing other kids with parents made him envious. He

had been excluded and mocked for not having a father. So, he had gradually grown reluctant to play

with other kids. Now that he had finally found his father, he could understand the pain of such a loss.

Therefore, even though Westbrook had been unreasonable and a bully before, he wouldn't stand by

and watch others bully him, especially now that Westbrook had lost both his father and mother. When

he was at home, he had overheard his parents talking about Westbrook's father, Seren, who was a

thoroughly bad person and had already passed away. Westbrook's mother had been killed by his

father, a fact that everyone kept from Westbrook.

Anderson spoke coldly, "There's no reason. From today, no one should dare to bully Westbrook, or else

they'll be defying me. Get back to your seats, the teacher is coming."

After speaking, Anderson coldly sat back in his seat.

Under Anderson's warning, everyone dispersed and returned to their seats.

Although the troublemaker boy was unhappy, he had no choice. With no one else's help and a warning

from Anderson, he could only return to his seat.

After making sure Kiki was seated, Westbrook, who was the last to return to his seat, glanced at

Anderson, who remained silent. He was somewhat surprised, but more than that, he was grateful.

Everyone's mindset was gradually changing.