Chapter 899

In the midst of it all, Peter’s mother received a phone call and hurriedly turned back, rushing towards the school with an air of desperation.

She was on the verge of tears, having seen her son earlier and thinking it was just a minor injury. How could that “Big Black Pig” have inflicted such a brutal beating?

Did he cause internal injuries as well?

Unable to contain her anger, Peter’s mother couldn’t help but wonder if Nicodemus’ mother had been notified by the teacher.

But her fury got the best of her, as she thought about how a mere nickname could result in her son being battered like this, all the while the other party dared to claim it was her fault as a parent.

A child so violent must have been raised with serious issues in their home!

Beep beep…

“Hello, Nicodemus’ mother! Have you received any notification from the teacher?”

“No…?”

“Well, here’s what happened. My son suddenly started vomiting blood at school! I think things have taken a serious turn. You should come over as well. Your Nicodemus might have injured my son! It’s just too vicious, really…”

Peter’s mother’s tone was far from pleasant as she hung up the phone.

The audacity of the other person infuriated her. If her son was fine, then all the better, but if something was wrong, she would not let them off the hook!

Meanwhile, Teacher Robin arrived at the medical room with Peter, panting heavily from their sprint.

“I’m fine, teacher!” Peter said, feeling uncomfortable.

Breathless, Teacher Robin responded, “You’re vomiting blood and you say you’re fine? Alright, stop talking now. Just stay quiet and rest.”

Upon hearing that someone was vomiting blood, the school nurse quickly conducted an examination, observing that Peter seemed fine… He appeared lively, and his complexion didn’t indicate internal bleeding.

“Where does it hurt?” the school nurse asked.

Peter fidgeted and struggled to utter a word for a while.

Under relentless questioning from Teacher Robin and the nurse, he finally managed to say, “I got into a fight with Nicodemus this morning, and he made me bleed in my mouth.”

He had spat out saliva with traces of blood twice on his way to the classroom.

Upon arriving in the classroom, he realized he was bleeding in his mouth, so he had the urge to spit it out. However, he couldn’t just spit anywhere in the classroom.

“So, I held it in my mouth… The more I held it, the more saliva accumulated, and I couldn’t just spit it out randomly!”

“But then the teacher said we had to read the text aloud…” Peter said with a mournful face. “So, I had no choice but to swallow the saliva.”

But it felt dirty with blood and had a fishy smell.

He swallowed a mouthful, and it immediately made him feel nauseous.

“Blame it on my mom! She made me eat too much in the morning! The food in my stomach started to come up! I couldn’t vomit, so I had to force it back down.”

As the contents of his stomach surged upward, he was in a bind. He couldn’t vomit anymore; he had to force it down with all his might.

Suddenly, that nauseating taste caused him to retch.

He tried to cover his mouth, but accidentally bit his lip, causing it to bleed even more. He desperately tried to swallow the blood, creating a vicious cycle of vomiting… It looked as if he was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Teacher Robin and the school nurse fell silent.

Unbelievable! Just listening to this description made them feel nauseous…

The nurse attended to him and asked him to take off his soiled clothes. Peter didn’t have any spare clothes, and his vomiting had dirtied both the inside and outside of his attire.

“I’ve already informed your mother. She’ll bring clean clothes for you. Just lie down for now,” the nurse instructed.

Concerned that he might hide behind the curtain without any clothes, Teacher Robin asked him to lie on the bed.

Covered with a blanket.

Peter had no choice but to comply.

Peter’s mother arrived in a hurry, without having checked her phone or heard Teacher Robin’s phone call.

As soon as she saw her son lying on the bed unable to get up, she rushed over and exclaimed, “My son! What happened to you?”

She was both worried and flustered, blurting out, “Nicodemus went too far! Such a young child being so brutal… What does he usually do at home?!”

Teacher Robin’s face turned dark as they said, “Peter’s mother, please don’t panic. Peter is fine!”

“And he’s lying in bed and you say he’s fine?”

“Peter was mischievous, he called Nicodemus by a nickname, which wasn’t right, but for Nicodemus to be so brutally violent that he made someone vomit blood… it’s clear how merciless he was.”

“A child so young, knowing how to be so cruel, does he have violent tendencies? How can this be…”

Teacher Robin quickly explained Peter’s situation.

Peter’s mother, who had been crying while blaming Nicodemus, suddenly froze.

“Is… is he really fine?”

The school nurse said, “He is fine. You should hurry back and bring clean clothes for your child!”

Peter lay on the bed, feeling extremely embarrassed at this moment.

He pursed his lips and remained silent.

Peter’s mother quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile, saying, “Oh my, I was just… too anxious. Oops… I must have made Teacher Robin feel embarrassed!”

She blushed and felt extremely awkward.

This wasn’t like her at all. She directly badmouthed another child in front of the teacher. What kind of impression would that leave?

Her anger was getting the best of her, causing her to create such a scene and embarrass herself.

At that moment, she noticed the stains on Teacher Robin’s clothes.

She quickly said, “Oh dear, Teacher Robin, your clothes are dirty!”

Teacher Robin waved it off, saying, “It’s alright… just a little stain, I can clean it off.”

Peter’s mother shook her head, saying, “This won’t do! It’s embarrassing. Teacher Robin, you put your heart and soul into teaching the children, sacrificing everything for them, burning yourself out like a candle, even willing to sacrifice your time… How can we allow you to teach while your clothes are dirty?”

Teacher Robin and the school nurse fell silent.