Avenge The School Bully

Chapter 1

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Five years ago, I worked on a heartbreaking case of school bullying.

The bully was shockingly just a 13-year-old child.

His actions were incredibly cruel, subjecting the victim to severe and degrading abuse.

This led the victim into a deep depression, ultimately resulting in them tragically taking their own life.

As the case gained public attention, the bully's parents tried to use their influence to escape consequences.

They not only pressured me to give false testimony but also arrogantly declared, "Our child is a minor. Even if he did something much worse, he wouldn't face jail time!"

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I received a familiar emergency call and quickly arrived at the scene.

In the school playground, I had just pushed through the crowd when I saw a young man lying unconscious in the middle of the lawn. His body was convulsing uncontrollably, and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

I hurriedly knelt down, applied pressure to the area between his nose and upper lip, checked his pulse and breathing, and tried to call out to wake him up. But he showed no response at all. It was clear he was in a deep coma and needed to be taken to the hospital immediately.

This was a university, and many students had never seen a police officer in real life. When they saw me arrive, they weren't scared; instead, more people gathered out of curiosity.

They started discussing among themselves: "Didn't Brayden faint while running the 800-meter test? It's not a murder case, so why are the police here?"

"Exactly, calling the police for this? The school is overreacting."

I frowned as I listened, thinking to myself, "Shouldn't they have called an ambulance first in this situation? Why did they call the police?"

But due to my emergency response training, after dialing 911, I quickly waved my hand, signaling the surrounding students to disperse. Their crowding here would affect the airflow, which was not good for the unconscious Brayden.

At this moment, a somewhat flashily dressed female teacher ran up to me with a malicious expression and said, "No one called the police. How did you get here?"

I glanced at her and felt a wave of disgust, knowing she had advanced her career through questionable relationships. My words carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh, isn't this Joyce? When did you get promoted from a middle school English teacher to a college counselor?"

Her face changed instantly at this, and she quickly raised her hand to signal me to shut up.

I shrugged helplessly, full of mockery. "Alright, even if I don't say anything, plenty of people already know about your little secrets."

Just then, my phone rang, and I quickly answered it. On the other end was a woman's voice, thick with sobs.

"Sergeant Sullivan, how is my son?"

The caller was Jenifer, Brayden's mother. Her husband, Phil, was one of the top entrepreneurs in our city. The couple not only funded the construction of schools but also donated to many welfare institutions. So, everyone respectfully called her Mrs. Olson.

"Mrs. Olson, he is still unconscious, but the ambulance will be here soon."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Olson's voice rose sharply, carrying a tone of undeniable authority.

"Sergeant Sullivan, this is Jeffrey's revenge. He is retaliating against my son for causing his son's death. You must arrest him immediately, or my son will really die!"

Her words left me stunned. Her tone was as casual as if she were picking out groceries: "This one looks good, pack it up for me to take home."

Considering she had always lived a pampered life and didn't understand legal procedures, I cleared my throat and said seriously, "Mrs. Olson, arresting someone requires sufficient evidence. Do you have any evidence to prove that Jeffrey harmed your son?"

"You might say he has a motive, but that's not enough to draw a conclusion."

"And from what I can see, Brayden is simply unconscious. We need to wait for the hospital's examination report."

At this point, the ambulance arrived. I had to hang up the phone and help the paramedics lift Brayden onto the stretcher.

Just as I was about to get into the ambulance, Joyce suddenly grabbed my arm, her face dark and threatening. "Connor, we're both implicated. I advise you not to go against Mrs. Olson. If your taking bribes gets exposed, your career will be over!"

Chapter 2

I yanked my arm free, struggling to control the churning in my stomach.

"You should worry about yourself first. Don't let someone's wife catch you again and beat you up in school. You won't just lose your future; you'll lose your dignity too."

To further confirm Brayden's injury, Joyce and I also got into the ambulance and headed to the hospital.

As soon as we arrived, a well-dressed elderly woman rushed out from the crowd. She ran to the stretcher, her withered hands clutching Brayden's chest as she wept.

"My precious grandson, how did you end up like this after just two days without seeing Grandma?"

She said Brayden had been showing symptoms of coughing and fever for two weeks, but she had thought it was just a common cold. She never expected it to be this serious, leading to him fainting today. If she had known, she wouldn't have let him go to class.

Out of a sense of duty, I quickly pulled her aside and tried to comfort her.

"Don't worry too much. Kids at this age can faint from low blood sugar or lack of exercise. It shouldn't be anything too serious."

Despite my words, Brayden was immediately transferred to the emergency department as soon as we entered the hospital.

After waiting all night, the hospital's examination report finally came out. To our shock, Brayden was diagnosed with acute interstitial pneumonia, a severe lung disease. This is a disease with an unknown cause, rapid progression, and characterized by alveolitis and fibrosis. Its mechanism is still unclear.

Brayden's fainting during running was due to the stiffening of his lungs, which made breathing difficult. According to the doctor, the damage to his lungs was almost irreversible. This meant Brayden would never be able to live like a normal person again.

Upon hearing this, the elderly woman fainted on the spot, causing chaos. Within moments, two members of the Stevens family had collapsed.

Joyce and I, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly called Jenifer's brother and his wife, who were on a business trip in Faeburg, to inform them of Brayden's condition. They booked their flight immediately and arrived at Harmony Hospital by late afternoon.

As soon as they arrived, they rushed to the doctor to inquire about Brayden's condition. The doctor informed them that Brayden was now a patient with a rapidly worsening condition, having only one to two months left to live. The family needed to brace themselves for the worst.

Jenifer was overwhelmed with grief upon hearing this. She knelt on the ground, begging the doctor to save her son, looking utterly heartbroken. She even said that if domestic treatment wasn't effective, she would hire the best doctors from abroad, no matter the cost.

In contrast to Jenifer's agitation, Brayden's father, Phil, remained calm. After understanding the situation, he didn't even glance at the unconscious Brayden. He simply said, "Do your best to treat him. If the money runs out, come to me."

Then, ignoring Jenifer's sobs, he turned and left.

From the moment Phil entered the hospital, I noticed the way he looked at Joyce. His first glance was one of surprise, the second was lingering, and the final look was filled with a flirtatious, ambiguous look.

Chapter 3

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As far as I know, Joyce and Phil started an affair five years ago, and Joyce ended up pregnant.

At that time, Phil's business heavily relied on the support from Jenifer's family.

How could a woman used merely to satisfy his desires be more important than his career?

To prevent Jenifer from finding out, he threatened Joyce with a b