She cradled her son's head in her arms, soothing him, "Xiaoze, it's okay, we're going to the hospital right away."
"...I didn't hit anyone."
He mumbled, his voice still tinged with sobs.
"I know, mommy believes you." Mu Yiliang felt a sharp pain in her heart. Her voice was soft, yet loud enough for everyone in the school infirmary to hear, "In your eyes, these people aren't worthy of your attention at all, so why would you provoke them? It must be because they're jealous of you, that's why they attacked you... It's mommy's fault, I shouldn't have forced you to associate with people like this from the start!"
A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the noblewoman, and she sneered, "Really? So you're all not willing to admit it? Then don't blame me for being rude to you!"
"Madam." Mu Yiliang stood up and shielded her son behind her, her whole body on guard, "Leave room for everything... Must you be so absolute?"
