You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1891: Defying Me

When the other kids in the class heard this, they turned around, each showing a different expression as they looked at Westbrook.

Most of them looked sympathetic, but there were a few who seemed to take pleasure in his misfortune.

The troublemaker boy, hearing Westbrook's admission, beceven more brazen. He turned to call the other kids who had been

bullied by Westbrook before, "What are you standing there for? Haven't you all been bullied by him? Cand hit him!"

The children who attended this school, aside from coming from well-off families, were mostly precocious and intellectually gifted.

They were not your average kids. Under the instigation of the troublemaker, a group of children swarmed towards Westbrook,

raising their little fists against him.

Westbrook did indeed have srough fighting skills, but he didn't want to cause trouble at school now. In case the teachers told

his family, he feared being scolded. His mom was gone, his dad wasn't really a dad, and now the one in charge was Vicki, who was

particularly formidable. The thought of it made him shudder. He was afraid of being kicked out by the Saunders family. So, he never

dared to be domineering and bully others at school again.

As he saw several kids' fists landing on him, he covered his head, dodging, but not fighting back.

Kiki, seeing the other kids ganging up on Westbrook, shouted, "Stop it, you're going too far. He doesn't have a mom anymore. How

can you bully him again? Stop! All of you, stop it."

Kiki's attitude towards Westbrook changed. She began to feel sympathy for him. Their experiences were similar; from now on, they

would both lack the love of a close relative.

She stepped forward to stop the other kids' harassment, even grabbing the troublemaker boy by his collar.

Seeing Kiki coming to help, Westbrook felt relieved, but at the stworried that the other kids might accidentally hurt Kiki.

He pushed the troublemaker boy away, reached out to encircle Kiki with his arms, and shielded her while shouting, "Don't hit her. If

you want to hit someone, hit me."

More and more children joined in the commotion, enclosing Westbrook completely. Before, Westbrook had indeed bullied them, and

now it was a good chance for them to seek revenge. The whole classroom turned into chaos.

Westbrook took several hits, but he didn't even frown. In the past, he would have definitely cried out in pain. Being brought up in

comfort, when had he ever been treated like this? But now was different; he only wanted to protect Kiki. Regarding how many hits

he took, it didn't matter to him at all.

Anderson sat at a distance, watching the scene.

Suddenly, he stood up, took out a slingshot from his bag, which was forbidden at school. He had brought it in secretly.

Pulling the slingshot taut, he aimed at the people surrounding Westbrook, one by one, precise and accurate.

"Ah! Ah!" The boys started to yell in succession.

Touching the back of their heads, they stopped their actions, hopping in pain.

Anderson used traceless pellets, upon impact, they dissolved into water, leaving no marks. Seeing the boys dispersing, he casually

tucked the slingshot back into his pocket.

Several boys turned to look at Anderson, questioning, "Was that you, Anderson? You clearly dislike Westbrook too, why are you

doing this? It's fine if you don't cand join in hitting him, but why use a slingshot on us?"

The troublemaker boy, hit twice by Anderson's slingshot, angrily said, "Exactly! Don't think | don't know. You were the one who

used a slingshot on Westbrook before, and you were also the one who locked Westbrook in the toilet. I've heard about it, don't try

to deny it."

Anderson shrugged, "So what if it was me?"

The troublemaker boy was irrational, "We should be together. What are you doing now?"

"Nothing much. | don't like so many people bullying one person. It's not fair. If you have a problem, you can fight one-on-one. Let's

see what you're made of when you're outnumbered." Anderson spoke indifferently.

"Fine, one-on-one it is. Who's afraid of who?" The troublemaker boy raised his head arrogantly, speaking loudly, but his eyes

flickered toward Westbrook, showing a hint of apprehension. Perhaps he wasn't confident of winning, otherwise he wouldn't have

been bullied before.

At this moment, Westbrook pulled Kiki up from the ground and asked, "Kiki, did they hit you?"

Kiki shook her head, looking at the red mark on Westbrook's cheek. She exclaimed, "Oh my! You have a red markhere."

Westbrook shook his head, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Then he looked at the troublemaker boy, "I don't want to fight you, and one-on-one won't work either. | hit you before, and you just

hit back. If you feel it's not enough, then catagain. | promise not to fight back. Let's settle the score today."

He pushed Kiki gently, "Go to the side, don't let them hurt you."

"Are you serious? | want to take back everything from before." The troublemaker boy glared at Westbrook.

Westbrook nodded. It was as if he had grown up in just a few days, becoming much more mature. He had completely changed. His

family could still afford to send him to an elite school, and he had to be content with that. He didn't want to leave the Saunders

family, and he was even more afraid of never seeing Kiki again.

"Okay, you said it, no fighting back," the troublemaker boy said, looking around. He decided to release all his pent-up frustration.

He rushed forward, intending to grab Westbrook's collar.

Unbeknownst to them, Anderson suddenly shouted, "Who dares to lay a hand on him?"

Anderson's stern expression made the troublemaker boy hesitate, not daring to make a move.

"Anderson, why are you helping him?" the other kids asked.

Anderson's expression darkened. Having no mother or father undoubtedly left a huge void in a child's life. He had never known

who his father was, and seeing other kids with parents made him envious. He had been excluded and mocked for not having a

other kids. Now that he had finally found his father, he could understand

le and a bully before, he wouldn't stand by and watch others bully him,

ind mother. When he was at home, he had overheard his parents talking

ad person and had already passed away. Westbrook's mother had been

rook.

0 one should dare to bully Westbrook, or else they'll be defying me. Get

rned to their seats.

choice. With no one else's help and a warning from Anderson, he could

he last to return to his seat, glanced at Anderson, who remained silent. He

teful. Everyone's mindset was gradually changing.

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