Gwendolyn gently took the phone from her ear, tapped the screen, and hung up the call from the teacher.
A faint smile played on her face, but her eyes held a pensive look.
Brucey, who had been restless and lost in thought, her eyes fixed on the phone in Gwendolyn's hand, finally came back to her senses when Gwendolyn hung up and rushed over.
"How is it? Is everything alright, Sister?"
Gwendolyn tilted her head slightly, looking at Brucey with tenderness in her eyes.
She raised her hand and gently stroked Brucey's head, as if comforting a startled small animal, and said softly, "Don't worry, calm down first."
Hearing this, Brucey subconsciously took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.
However, from the way her eyes were tightly fixed on Gwendolyn, she was still very nervous.
Gwendolyn, after confirming that Brucey was slightly more stable, then spoke: "The other two families aren't looking for trouble, after all, they were in the wrong first. However, one of the remaining parents plans to seek compensation from us."
Brucey's brows furrowed upon hearing this, and a flash of anger crossed her eyes.
It was those people who bullied her, why should they ask her sister, who protected her, for compensation?
Suppressing the anger rising in her heart, Brucey earnestly asked, "So, should we go back now to prepare to discuss the compensation?"
Gwendolyn gently shook her head, a mysterious smile appearing on her face, and said, "These small matters don't require our worry, Alfred will handle it. Brucey, next, we two have something more important to do."
Brucey looked at Gwendolyn with a face full of curiosity and confusion, and couldn't help but ask, "What more important thing?"
Gwendolyn just smiled, deliberately teasing Brucey, and said, "Don't rush, you'll know when the time comes. For now, just maintain this anticipation."
After speaking, she leaned slightly forward and told an address to the driver in the front seat.
The driver nodded slightly after hearing it, started the car, and steadily drove towards that address.
The car weaved through bustling streets, and the scenery along the way flashed by like slides.
Gradually, the surrounding environment began to look a bit dilapidated.
Brucey in the car wasn't very well-behaved, still trying every means to find out where they were going next.
However, she was still too young now, and her schemes were no match for Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn just smiled faintly, quietly looking out the window, showing no intention of revealing anything.
Soon, the car slowly stopped by a somewhat shabby street.
Gwendolyn got out first, then reached out and pulled Brucey out of the car.
She raised her hand and pointed to a door not far away, telling Brucey, "This is where the person who was primarily bullying you lives. His father is currently on his way to seek compensation from us."
At this moment, Gwendolyn's voice was no longer her usual gentle tone, but rather an uncharacteristic seriousness.
Brucey looked in the direction Gwendolyn was pointing, at an unremarkable door, as unremarkable as the somewhat desolate surroundings.
A complex emotion surged in her heart.
There was anger and a bit of confusion.
She didn't understand why Gwendolyn would bring her here, and she didn't understand how she was supposed to vent her anger.
Just as Brucey was feeling confused, Gwendolyn pulled out a pearl necklace from her embrace.
The necklace shimmered with a soft glow in the sunlight, each pearl round and full, exuding an air of nobility.
Gwendolyn gently caressed the necklace and said, "This is the one Mother wore that day. Chief Gordon helped us find it."
A hint of nostalgia appeared in her eyes, and her voice became somewhat low.
Of course, this was purely nonsense.
The real one was still hanging around Martha Wayne's neck.
After removing the feigned death function, this necklace is virtually invincible in the Earth environment.
Bullets cannot penetrate it, and it can even withstand explosive damage from things like C4.
The one in her hand now was just an identical replica.
As for the real function of this replica... Brucey was very smart and instantly understood Gwendolyn's meaning.
Her eyes widened further, a hint of hesitation flashing in them, and she asked softly, "Can I really do that?"
Her voice carried a trace of uncertainty, as this was different from the education she had received before.
Martha and Thomas definitely wanted to raise their children as nobles, making them humble and polite.
And Gwendolyn just turned around, a gentle smile on her face, and gently embraced Brucey, saying, "You can do anything, my little Brucey..."
...Inside the house, the boy was sitting in his messy room, fully absorbed in playing a video game.
His eyes were fixed on the TV screen, his hands skillfully controlling the game controller, and he occasionally let out excited shouts.
Although he had taken leave, his injuries were not serious, just some minor scrapes and bruises.
In his opinion, with his parents out, why would he use such a good opportunity to study? Of course, it was much more enjoyable to play games to his heart's content.
In his opinion, with his parents out, why would he use such a good opportunity to study? Of course, it was much more enjoyable to play games to his heart's content. Just as he was immersed in the World of the game, suddenly, a crisp doorbell rang.
"Ding-dong--"
The game was at a tense, critical moment, and the boy was startled by the sudden doorbell, almost dropping the game controller from his hands.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and he hastily saved his progress.
Oh no, did Mom and Dad come back? Why so early?
The boy didn't have time to think, quickly turned off the game console, and then swiftly pressed the power button on the TV, and the TV screen instantly went black.
He silently prayed that his parents wouldn't touch the back of the TV, otherwise, if they found it warm, his gaming would be exposed.
He tidied his somewhat messy hair, tugged at his wrinkled clothes, and then slowly walked to the door and opened it.
Outside the door stood two people, two people he really didn't want to see.
One was Brucey Wayne, the girl he had mercilessly mocked that morning, turning her parents' death into a topic of amusement; the other was Gwendolyn Wayne. As soon as he saw her, the scene of himself being thrown onto a desk after mocking Brucey, his legs turning to jelly from the butterfly knife, and even wetting his pants, uncontrollably flashed through his mind.
That butterfly knife was even his own!
This also caused the boy to instinctively tremble all over the moment he saw Gwendolyn.
His face instantly turned pale, and his originally straight back unconsciously hunched over.