The freckled boy seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head.
However, before he could clearly see the Shadow behind him, he was pushed forward forcefully.
Losing his balance, he plummeted downwards in terror.
"Bang!"
His falling body hit the ground heavily, letting out a dull thud.
The arm that hit the ground first felt a pain as if it had broken.
He tried to stand up, but felt excruciating pain with the slightest movement.
Tears and snot instantly gushed out.
Through his tear-filled eyes, he looked up and saw a figure standing on the slide.
Mark looked down at the crying, chubby, freckled boy on the ground, a smile playing on his lips.
Night.
Patrick Farm.
"I can't believe he would do such a thing!"
The chubby, freckled boy's mother, her face flushed red, pointed at Mark, who was standing nearby, "He pushed Darr directly off the slide, this is murder!"
"Ms. York, John couldn't possibly do such a thing."
Peter said calmly, "He's not that kind of person. Perhaps Darr fell down himself."
Before dinner, the mother of the chubby, freckled boy who had been pushed off the slide arrived, leading her son with his bandaged arm, full of righteous indignation, to demand an explanation.
Peter naturally knew it was Mark who did it.
He knew it, but he certainly wouldn't admit it.
After all, the kid did a pretty good job.
He not only avenged Clark but also punished the bully.
Thinking of this, he looked at the woman.
He thought to himself, you should be glad you didn't encounter Mark in his previous life.
In his previous life, this kid cut all the people who bullied him into pieces.
Ms. York didn't notice Peter's complex expression. When she heard Peter say that Darr fell down himself, she immediately became indignant.
She roared at Peter, "So you're saying I'm lying?"
"Gulp!"
Clark, who was standing next to Mark, enduring the woman's flying spittle with him, nervously swallowed.
He secretly glanced at Mark, who was looking down, and found that his expression was blank.
"I didn't say that, Ms. York. I just want to tell you that no one saw John push Darr off the slide, but many people saw Darr push Clark down in the school hallway."
Peter's tone became serious, "Let's put aside things without evidence for now. Why don't we discuss matters with conclusive evidence first?"
Ms. York became a little flustered when she heard Peter's words. She glanced at the chubby boy.
"Darr, did you really do that?"
Darr was about to deny it, but when he looked up and saw Peter's somewhat terrifying gaze directed at him, he immediately swallowed the words he was about to say.
He lowered his head and stammered, "I… I did it by accident."
"No, no, that's not an accident. If it were an accident, you should apologize after knocking someone down, but you not only didn't apologize, you also said excessive things, didn't you?"
Peter stood up, his oppressive gaze fixed on the chubby boy, "Darr, lying is not a good quality."
Darr didn't know why, but he felt afraid whenever he met Peter's gaze.
Thus, under Peter's intimidating power, he had no choice but to admit to bullying Clark.
"I… I didn't mean to."
"Uh-huh, I accept your apology, Clark, how about you?"
Peter looked at Clark with satisfaction.
Clark stared blankly as the scene unfolded before him. It wasn't until Peter turned the topic to him that he "ah-ed" as if waking from a dream.
"Yes, yes, I also accept Darr's apology."
Darr looked at Clark, who had a seemingly honest expression, and scratched his head. How did he end up apologizing so confusedly?
"Ms. York, I think Darr should know he was wrong."
Peter said in a sincere tone, "We should give children a chance to correct their mistakes. I hope you won't punish him for his bullying behavior."
Ms. York: "…"
It wasn't until she walked out of the farm that Ms. York suddenly realized.
Wait, something's not right?
Wasn't she supposed to be demanding an explanation?
Why was she the one being lectured?
Puffing with anger, she thought for a moment and concluded that it was all this idiotic teammate's fault.
Looking at her son, who seemed perfectly fine, she reached out and twisted his ear.
"How can you be so stupid, blurting everything out?"
Feeling "betrayed by her son," Ms. York vigorously pinched and twisted her son's ear.
In the dark night, Darr's screams echoed.
Clark, in the farm, seemed to hear the piercing screams.
He shivered and quickly walked towards Peter.
"Godfather, thank you, and Mark too."
Clark thanked both of them.
He felt that his Godfather was truly amazing; he made Darr apologize to him on his own so quickly.
At first, he thought he would get Mark scolded, but he never expected things to end this way.
Mark's mood didn't seem to be affected. His mouth was stuffed with cinnamon bread. "I wasn't getting revenge for you, Clark."
He wouldn't admit that he was getting revenge for Clark, "I just wanted to hit him."
"So you admit to pushing Darr off the slide?"
Peter asked in an unfriendly tone, looking at Mark, who was devouring his food like a lumberjack.
Feeling Peter's gaze, Mark immediately stopped eating.
"Dad, I know I was wrong."
Once Dad activated his terrifying aura, immediately admitting his mistake was Mark's life motto.
"Very good, then what was your mistake?"
"The mistake was…"
Mark was a bit speechless. He glanced at Clark, who was standing by the table, "The mistake was that I shouldn't have pushed him down."
"Yes, you shouldn't have pushed him down."
Peter nodded, "You should have shown your fist and given his little face a punch. Of course, don't damage his face, just make him feel pain."
Mark and Clark both nodded when they heard Peter say, "shouldn't have pushed him down."
When they heard "give his face a punch," both of them froze simultaneously.
"For such bullies, enduring silently will only fuel their arrogance, Clark."
Peter reached out and stroked Mark's hair, "So the best way is to make them realize their wrong actions, Mark, you are doing a normal thing, so there's no need to be secretive."
"But Godfather…"
Clark asked in confusion, "Didn't you say we're not allowed to fight?"
"Fighting is a bad thing, but sometimes fighting is the only way to solve a problem, unless, of course, you have a better way to handle it."
Clark and Mark both nodded, half-understanding.
"Godfather, why does Darr bully people? Doesn't he know that the bullied person will feel sad?"
Clark posed his question again.
Peter thought for a moment and said to him, "Because humans can never truly empathize."
"Empathize?"
"Uh-huh, Clark, you can never truly understand a person until you walk around in his shoes and consider things from his perspective, but when you truly walk his path, you will feel sad just passing through it."