Sweet May-December Marriage

My Father is Charlie

Chapter 98 My Father is Charlie

Despite having prepared himself, Mr. Mason was still hesitant to speak upon catching sight of that dark figure.

Although Mr. Clark didn't disclose his relationship with Charlotte, becoming her guardian most likely indicated a family connection. When Waylon brought her here, he specifically instructed them to take good care of her. Now that Charlotte had been taken to the infirmary, Mr. Mason could already anticipate Nelson's wrath.

He glanced at Waylon, who nodded in response, and then he greeted, "Mr. Clark..."

Dawson, who was originally filled with curiosity, had just entered the infirmary when he heard those two words. He stood frozen in place, and his mouth remained open.

Mr. Mason, however, paid no attention to him. Instead, he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and asked, "Mr. Clark... How is Ms. Lopez?"

Nelson reached out to touch Charlotte's forehead, which remained icy, but at least she had stopped sweating and her body temperature was slowly recovering.

The infirmary was filled with complete silence, and one could even hear a pin drop.

Several school administrators had sweat beads the size of beans rolling down their foreheads. They eagerly desire to kneel before this terrifying figure and ask how to resolve the matter to please the big shot.

Nelson embraced Charlotte, allowing her to rest against him. Sensing the familiar scent, Charlotte obediently snuggled in. At the same time, her tiny hand firmly grasped his clothes.

Nelson's burning anger was slightly quelled. He finally turned his head to glance at Mr. Mason and calmly said, "I heard that it was one of your school's physical education teachers who wanted to trouble my little one."

Mr. Mason's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but think that they indeed have a close relationship. Thus, he hastily pushed Dawson forward and said, "This is the physical education teacher, Dawson..."

Dawson no longer displayed a composed demeanor. He was dumbfounded upon hearing the words "Mr. Clark." He didn't even have the courage to lift his head and immediately knelt on the ground, saying, "M-Mr. Clark..."

Waylon pondered for a moment. "Dawson? The youngest son of Charlie, right?"

Dawson quickly responded, "Y-Yes... My father is..."

Waylon chuckled lightly. "I've heard about Charlie's youngest son working at Srolanya High School, but I didn't expect to see him today."

Although there was no hint of mockery in his words, Dawson's face turned pale in an instant.

Everyone knew he was not academically or athletically capable and only managed to become a physical education teacher at Srolanya High School solely through connections. Waylon's words were clearly aimed at his vulnerable spot.

Without further ado, Waylon continued, "Mr. Clark arrived in a hurry and doesn't know what's going on. Mr. Maddox, would you shed some light on the matter?"

Dawson felt a sense of relief. He thought that Nelson was giving him a chance because of his father. He knew that Charlotte was just an illegitimate daughter and wasn't of much importance. He then hurriedly explained, "Because the students were generally slacking off during physical

education class, I made the boys run ten laps and the girls run five laps. Charlotte didn't inform me beforehand that she wasn't feeling well. If I had known in advance, I wouldn't have done so, right?"

Waylon let out a chuckle.

Maverick couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Mr. Maddox, my students witnessed everything. From the very beginning, Charlotte already explained her medical history to you in detail, but you threatened her with calling her parents if she didn't run. She had no choice but to comply. Later, when she couldn't continue anymore, Eloise accompanied her to approach you, but you coldly mocked her, accusing her of faking it and demanding that she complete the run! Otherwise, how could Charlotte end up like this?"

With a noble academic background, Maverick had been in the education field for several decades, and her upbringing revolved around the teachings of sages. Although she didn't claim to be superior, she genuinely cared for her students. Seeing Charlotte in such a lifeless state, her heart ached. At that moment, she disregarded everything else and coldly remarked, "Mr. Maddox, it's obvious that you're intentionally trying to give her a hard time!"

Dawson was on the verge of being driven to anger by Maverick, and he couldn't help but curse her inwardly. He exclaimed in frustration, "I have no grudges against her. Why would I want to give her a hard time?"

Maverick was at a loss for words upon hearing that.

She thought to herself, "Indeed. Dawson didn't even know Charlotte before, so why would he target her?"

Dawson's handsome face twisted into a slight grimace as he glared at Maverick. "Say something!"

Maverick couldn't come up with any explanation. She could only grit her teeth and remain silent.

Mr. Mason glanced at Dawson and was utterly speechless. He felt that the latter was incredibly ignorant and beyond saving!

Waylon said in a gentle voice, "That's right. Why would he do so?"

Dawson quickly responded, "I really didn't mean it! I'll apologize to Charlotte once she wakes up..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a mocking laugh. "There's no need for that."

The man's eyes were as cold as an ancient frozen pool, exuding a strong sense of oppression. His gaze seemed to solidify into tangible blades, slicing away every layer of flesh from a person. "Since you don't know why, then find out the reason."

Waylon nodded. "Mr. Clark, you're right."

He reached behind his waist and pulled out a shiny, black handgun. After that, he disregarded the fearful stares of the people in the room, calmly released the safety latch, crouched down slightly, and positioned the barrel against Dawson's forehead. "Mr. Maddox, I'm too lazy to investigate the reason. Would you be willing to tell me directly?"

Dawson trembled uncontrollably. Sweat poured down his forehead as if someone had doused him with a bucket of water and swiftly drenched his vest.

His widened eyes reflected sheer terror. He swallowed unconsciously, almost on the verge of losing control from the fright. He stammered, "M-My father... M-My father is..."

Mr. Mason was infuriated. "What's the point of bringing up your father at this point?! Your father is useless!"

Dawson gritted his teeth. He finally realized that in front of Waylon, he was just as insignificant as he had once regarded Charlotte, like a mere ant that could be easily crushed. No, perhaps to

Waylon and Mr. Clark, he didn't even measure up to an ant.

Dawson broke down and said, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you... It was Daphne! It was her! She approached me before class today and said that if I did her a favor, she would sleep with me tonight. I was blinded and agreed. Mr. Clark... Mr. Clark, I was truly blinded..."

"Daphne." Nelson spoke the name slowly. His voice was indifferent, yet it made one think of the surging hostility on an ancient battlefield. "Bring the person here." NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Daphne couldn't contain her smile upon hearing that Charlotte had fainted and was taken to the infirmary. She opened her book and casually asked her desk mate, "Hey, do you think that Charlotte will die from her illness?"

Her desk mate responded, "How would I know? But she's really unlucky. I don't know what she did to offend Mr. Maddox."