The father looked at his child's scarred face, gently held his arm, slowly helped him up, and walked step by step towards the car.
Only after helping the child into the back seat of the car did the father quickly return to lock his front door.
Once back in the driver's seat, the father gripped the steering wheel tightly, took a deep breath, started the car, and floored the accelerator; the car shot out like an arrow from a bow.
Along the way, the car sped down the road, the roar of the engine was incessant, and the scenery on the roadside flashed by like a mirage.
The father's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his expression serious and focused, as if he was racing against time, afraid of missing the opportunity to get more compensation from the Wayne Family.
The child sat in the back seat, looking at his father's anxious back, and a warm current surged in his heart.
He was very touched that his father still loved him, showing such tension and concern when he was injured.
Dad is so good!
However, what he didn't know was that while his father's urgent trip to Wayne Manor this time certainly included concern for his injuries, it was more about the compensation.
After all, if they could get a substantial compensation from the Wayne Family and truly achieve financial freedom, it would be a good thing for their entire family.
In a frantic rush, the father finally brought his child back to Wayne Manor.
He parked the car at the entrance of the manor, didn't even have time to turn off the engine, quickly jumped out, walked a few steps to the doorbell at the manor's entrance, and pressed it forcefully.
However, this time it was different from before; the gate slowly opened after a short wait, as if they had been expecting him.
The father had no time to think, returned to the car, floored the accelerator, and the car roared into the manor.
The car sped along the familiar driveway and quickly arrived at the entrance of the magnificent residence.
Waiting at the door was still the old butler, Alfred.
His face bore the same polite smile as always, which made the father feel a surge of anger, as if everything was under his control.
Alfred saw the father and the injured child, nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone, "We meet again, hello, sir."
The father did not respond to Alfred's greeting, only sneered and said, "I'm not doing well at all! I can't believe that right after signing the compensation agreement, your two young ladies did such a thing!"
His voice was filled with anger and accusation, his eyes fixed on Alfred, trying to find a trace of panic on his face.
Alfred, however, raised an eyebrow, a curious expression on his face, as if completely unaware of what the father was talking about, and asked softly, "What matter? Sir, could you please explain more clearly?"
His expression and tone seemed extremely innocent, as if he genuinely knew nothing about the matter.
Seeing this, the father became even more enraged. He pulled the child from the back seat, pushed him in front of Alfred, and loudly declared, "Your two young ladies beat my child like this! What exactly does your Wayne Family want to do?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the scars on the child's face and body, the fury in his eyes almost erupting.
Alfred saw the child's appearance, put on a very surprised look, slightly opened his mouth, and a hint of unbearable pity showed in his eyes, saying, "Oh my, I can't believe this child is so injured. The two young ladies really hit hard!"
His words left the father speechless for a moment.
He said my lines; what else can I say?
The father took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions churning in his heart.
Regardless of the other party's reaction, the act of playing the victim had worked.
A cold smile touched his lips, and he asked, "What are you going to do next? The Wayne Family must give an explanation."
The previous injury was so minor, and they paid 50,000. This time, he suffered such a serious injury; shouldn't they pay more?
But Alfred's face still held a blank expression, his eyes full of confusion, and he retorted, "What do you mean, 'what to do'? Sir, your child is so severely injured, shouldn't he be rushed to the hospital?"
Hearing this, the father was furious beyond measure, laughing in anger, and loudly declared, "My child has been beaten like this, and all you can think about is sending him to the hospital? No compensation?"
As he spoke, he forcefully patted the child's shoulder. The child winced in pain, a look of suffering on his face, but the father was oblivious; at this moment, his eyes were only on the potential compensation.
Alfred seemed to suddenly realize something, gently tapped his forehead, and said, "Compensation? But didn't we already give it?"
Alfred's tone at this moment was extremely innocent, and he looked at the father with an open gaze, as if completely bewildered by the father's current demands.
The father snorted coldly, the muscles in his face twitching slightly with anger, and disdainfully said, "Before was before, and now is now; can they be the same? Your children beat my child like this; you must give a new explanation and new compensation."
Alfred remained calm. He bowed slightly, maintaining his usual politeness, but his tone was unyielding: "Sir, setting aside whether it was indeed the First Young Lady and Second Young Lady who did it. The compensation we previously provided covered all related matters that occurred before the agreement was signed. Now you are demanding new compensation, so could you first prove that your child was injured by the First Young Lady and Second Young Lady after the agreement was signed?"
When Alfred raised his head again, there was a hint of scrutiny in his gaze. The father was about to retort when Alfred continued unhurriedly, "At the time of the agreement's signing, the First Young Lady and Second Young Lady were discussing important matters with shareholders at Wayne Tower, and later went to a high-end restaurant in Gotham City for dinner. There are relevant personnel who can testify to their whereabouts throughout. Therefore, sir, please provide evidence to prove that your child was injured after the signing."
The father's face instantly turned extremely ugly, alternating between pale and red. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat seemed to be choked by something, unable to utter a single word.
He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body jolting, and then he suddenly realized.
He remembered that when he signed that contract, he had thought the contract's effective time being precise to the minute was somewhat unusual, so he paid extra attention.
He vaguely recalled the contract's effective time was around ten o'clock.
And according to his child, he was beaten just after 9 o'clock.
Simply put, at the exact time he came to demand compensation, the other party had conveniently beaten his son.
They exploited the time difference in the contract's effectiveness, acting against his child just as the contract was about to become effective, but had not yet.
This way, they beat his child just after 9 o'clock, and just before 10 o'clock, he agreed not to pursue any intentional harm that occurred before then.
"Damn it!"