Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 331

I looked at the woman. She was carrying an adorable boy who was still bawling his eyes out. It was evident that his hair was newly cut.

The woman took out her phone and showed us a photo. "This is a photo of Yannick before this. He has been keeping his hair long even though he’s a boy. That’s because his cousin has leukemia, and he was growing his hair out to make a wig for her.

"He spent four years growing his hair out without fearing the opinions of others, yet that punk set it on fire with a lighter!"

She got more agitated the more she spoke. "Look at this! I got this surveillance footage from the preschool!" Yannick sniffled before saying, "He bullied and hit . He even lit my hair up with a lighter."

The police officers’ faces paled. "As parents, how have you been raising your child? Hair is highly flammable it might cause disfigurent or even death!"

It was horrifying to think that a good-looking child like Yannick might have gotten his face disfigured.

The bully dared not utter a word and hid behind his parents. With the surveillance footage proving that he was in the wrong, his parents no longer dared to make a fuss.

I watched the surveillance video, finding it shocking that children of five or six could actually do such a thing. "A child’s character is determined by their genes. Your child’s bad behavior reflects what kind of parents you are," I said with a frown.

"What about your children, then? They even dug a hole to bury my child!" The bully’s parents were unconvinced.

I looked at them and smiled coldly. "You’re right. The parents’ genes determine the genes of their children. My son and daughter only buried him while we would’ve chopped off your son’s hands instead."

The bully’s parents were enraged by my words, yet they remained silent as they were intimidated by Dexter’s presence.

Ashton and Xan quietly hid behind our backs. They were as docile as they could get.

As expected-children were just children. Even if they were trained by Geno Society, they were only children of four to five years of age.

"Since the children of both sides are at fault, just work this out among yourselves." The police officers suggested for us to co to an agreent.

Seeing that their child had done sothing wrong, the bully’s parents no longer argued further. They brought him away after we compensated them with the costs for dical examination and treatnt.

Yannick ran toward Ashton and softly said, "Thank you, Ashton."

Ashton was aloof as he eyed discreetly. He only spoke after seeing that I wasn’t mad. "My father said that the strong must protect the weak."

I found it amusing. He was intelligent, yet he took after Dexter in terms of emotional intelligence -he wasn’t good with words.

Yannick’s mother laughed in amusent. "You have my gratitude. Thank you, Ashton and Xandra."

Xan was still lost in her own world with her Rubik’s cube. She toyed with it all day long without looking up or talking to anyone. But she was fully cooperative when Ashton asked her to dig a hole, focusing intently on her task.

"My daughter is reserved and a little autistic, so she’s often lost in her own world. Don’t worry about her," I hurriedly explained when I saw the woman looking awkward.

Yannick’s mother nodded in pleasant surprise. "She’s surely very smart, then. I’ve seen how well Xandra plays

with the Rubik’s cube. My son can barely stack up his building blocks."

I chuckled. She was indeed smart, but her wits were all she had.

"I really can’t thank all of you enough for what happened today. My son’s face could’ve been disfigured if it weren’t for Ashton quickly covering my son’s head with a wet shirt." The woman sighed before continuing," Children these days can be so reckless without knowing the consequences."

From the footage, we saw how the bully had picked on Yannick. He took out the lighter he stole from his ho and lit up Yannick’s hair.

So kids liked to bully Yannick as he was a boy with long hair.

It was extrely dangerous. The flas ignited instantly as soon as they touched Yannick’s hair.

Ashton was the one who quickly took off his shirt and soaked it in the pool nearby. He then swiftly and expertly covered Yannick’s head with it and hugged him securely.

In the video, Yannick looked terrified. He was shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn’t even cry.

"He might be a little traumatized. You should bring him for counseling," I comforted the woman.

Yannick’s mother nodded and replied, "Alright, thank you."

Once she brought Yannick ho, Rachel was still shielding the kids diffidently while stepping back. "You know, the kids were...just doing what’s right, Sophia."

I shot a glare at Ashton. I didn’t bother with Xan-she would’ve been unfazed even if the sky fell down. As such, the idea must have co from Ashton, with Xan being only an obedient participant.

"Co here, Ashton," I called for him while sitting on the bench.

Ashton looked at Dexter with pleading eyes.

Dexter looked equally innocent. It was as if he was trying to tell Ashton not to drag him into his own ss. No one dared to cross , after all.

Ashton shot him a disappointed glance before braving himself to walk over to .

I gave him a spank in the butt. "Haven’t I told you to respect life? Were you planning to bury him if it weren’t for the teachers finding out?"

Ashton hung his head low without a word. He said after a while, "He’s a pest, Mom."

I can’t believe he called that boy a pest.

He continued, "There are too many humans on earth, and resources are limited, Mom. Why should we let these pests enjoy such a wonderful planet and resources?

"Just like what was said in Animal Kingdom-beneficial insects help society, while pests are only a waste of space. It would just be better if they were eliminated," Ashton said, showing no hesitation at all when talking about killing soone."

"I don’t care what you’re saying about humans and limited resources, Ashton. Humans shouldn’t be killing humans. You need to learn to respect life and the law. ’I felt sowhat upset, wondering how his mindset was shaped.

"Everyone’s thoughts are different. Others might think that you’re a pest to the human race if you kill soone. What would you do if they wanted to kill you, then?" I asked.

"It’s survival of the fittest. I’ll kill them," Ashton replied seriously.

He truly did not think that his way of thinking was wrong.

I was taken aback, feeling tightness in my chest. What should I do to make them act like ordinary children? Their way of thinking was just too dangerous.

"You need to learn to think from the perspective of others when you’re faced with situations, Ashton. If you can’t understand it from your own viewpoint, you should think of how your actions might affect your sister or us-those you care about." Dexter crouched in front of Ashton when he saw panicking.

He continued, "There’s a need for rules in this society. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a difference between us and the wild animals on the plains. Since rules exist, everyone must follow them. Those who break the rules are the real troublemakers.

"You need to rember that "existence is rational". Rules and laws exist to confine human morality and baseline within a certain frawork. We must adhere to the rule of law in order to maintain balance," Dexter said seriously while educating Ashton.

I sat beside watching the conversation between them unfold. Sohow, I felt warmth within .

Family education was indeed a shared responsibility between a married couple.

Ashton nodded obediently, seemingly understanding Dexter’s words. "Should I still intervene if I encounter bullying in the future, Dad?"

"You should intervene under the condition that your own safety is ensured," Dexter replied, ruffling Ashton’s hair.

"Your intention of stopping the bullying was correct, but there are many ways to address these situations. While I can’t say which thod is the most correct, there certainly are better ways than burying the other person alive, am I right?

"With how smart you and Xan are, you could definitely co up with a solution that works for everyone," Dexter patiently comforted.

I found it amusing to think that he could actually educate the kids so patiently.

I thought that he was soone impatient.