After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 28 Blacklisted From The Entire Norwegian Education System.

Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Blacklisted From The Entire Norwegian Education System.

Arvan’s words replayed in Jena’s mind like a broken track record. Her mouth literally hung open in surprise and confusion alike.

How...when did shit turn on her like this?

“Mr. Richardson, what...what are you saying?” She chuckled halfheartedly taking a step towards the questioned male.

Much to her surprise, Arvan took a step back, avoiding her like she was some disease. This offended her, but that wasn’t the matter at hand right now.

“Mr. Richardson, I think you’ve got it all wrong. The people who caused this trouble, is them.” She pressed on, pointing an accusing finger in Leonica’s direction.

Despite the accusation being thrown her way, Leonica’s face remained neutral.

“They are the ones who threw the first blow, so it’s only befitting that they get-“

“Mrs. Benson,” Arvan interrupted her rant. “You seem to be under the impression that you’re the victim in all of this.”

Jena looked at him, confusion etched on her features.

“But it’s you and your son that are the offenders.”

“Offender?” She was taken aback by his choice of words. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Mr. Richardson.”

“I’m not.”

“But Dylan,” Jena looked back at the boy. “He did nothing. It was that bastard. That fatherless bastard. I won’t allow my son to be punished for something that twat did.”

“Mrs. Benson,” Arvan began, voice low as he took a step forward. It was now Jena’s turn to stumble backwards. “Each and every classroom in this school has a CCTV installed, now before you go on playing the victim, I’ll have you know that I watched the CCTV footages before coming here and I’m well aware that your son,” he pointed towards the boy who sheepishly lowered his head. “Had been the first to throw an attack.”

Jena opened her mouth to retort, however the words failed her.

“Not only that, your son’s bullying and offensive behavior was not the first occurrence, rather it was the hundredth, the tenth, the last.” Arvan’s voice was getting dangerously low, yet it still held power. “This is a school, Mrs. Benson. A kindergarten. Not a playground where children are meant to have their fun by insulting others and causing pain. Yet your son, who has done this multiple times, and each time he’s gotten away with it, decided to pick on little Ashley Romero, for the first time, and for what? Because he was the only one without a father. Unacceptable.”

“It was his fault for being a bastard, I-“

"I don’t want to hear another word." Arvan held his hand up. "Your son’s actions today, as well as in the past have led to you being on the black list of this school. And the punishment just doesn’t stop there."

Stepping back and taking his previous position beside Leonica, he pointed towards her. "You’d immediately apologize to Ms. Romero and her son, or else you, Mrs. Jena Benson along with your entire family members, would be put on the Norwegian education system’s blacklist."

Jena was rendered speechless, her eyes widening in fright.

Blacklisted...from the entire Norwegian education system?

No, she couldn’t have that!

Quickly, she rushed forward and unexpectedly took Leonica’s hands in hers, a pleading look on her face.

"M-ms. Romero, please forgive me. As a mother you should understand that I was simply trying to protect my child. Please pay no mind to the words I have said, huh? Huh?"

Her pleading did not move Leonica.

"You’ve said a lot of things, Mrs. Benson, but the thing is, you’ve never apologized for any of them. Rather, you try and find ways to excuse them. If you don’t want to apologize, then I’m afraid your words and actions will have serious consequences for you and your family."

"Apologize? Yes, I-I can do that." Quickly, she let go of Leonica’s hands and turned towards her son. Taking his shoulders in her hand, she squeezed.

"Dylan, you will apologize to Ms. Romero and Ashley, or else, no more TV or video games for you, forever!"

Dylan winced at her words.

"Yes mommy," He replied and quickly got down from the chair, bowing his head.

"I-I’m sorry Ashley, and you, Ms. Romero." He apologized.

"Ashely, do you forgive him?" Leonica questioned, watching her son nod his head before turning back to Jena with a smile. "Good, your son’s apology is out of the way. Your is next."

"Yes, yes." Jena stood up, clapping her hands together. "I’m truly sorry, Ms. Romero. I hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive you?" Leonica questioned, making the female in front of her flinch. "I’ve not even forgotten the first time you wronged me, yet you expect me to forgive you? Now how is that possible, Mrs. Benson?"

"But, but I-I-"

"I don’t care what excuses you have. All I’m going to tell you is, don’t cross me or else, a simple apology won’t cut it, and your husband’s business going down isn’t the least of your problems."

Leonica’s threat was loud and clear and by the expression on Jena’s face, she understood it.

"Y-yes, yes. I understand. Thank you, Ms. Romero, for forgiving us." She then turned towards Arvan, expecting a few good words from him.

However, then man was quick to disappoint her.

"Well, now that that’s settled, you can see yourself out." He said with a smile.

Jena’s eyes widened.

"You mean..."

"You’re no longer welcomed here at the school." Arvan finished her words, the smile from his face long gone. "Now get out."

"Yes, I-I’ll get going."

Jena grabbed her son’s hand and hastily rushed out of the office, leaving Arvan, Leonica, the Principal and Ashely alone.

"Mr. Richardson," The principal rushed forward, bowing his head. "I once again apologize for the commotion."

"It’s fine." Arvan waved his hand, dismissing the topic, when Leonica spoke up from behind him.

"Ah, so that’s where you’re from?" Her voice was almost a whisper, causing Arvan to nearly miss her words.

"Pardon?" He turned around, facing her.

"That’s why your face is so familiar. You’re the man whose driver ruined my ride, right?" She questioned, fully recalling the man who had sat in the back of his Chevrolet.

The same one who was now standing in front of her.

"Ah," Understanding what she was referring to, he nodded. "That’s me. So you remember?"

"Who wouldn’t?" Leonica replied, folding her hands across her chest. "That night was a mess." She muttered, recalling Gabriel’s nasty actions following her return home.

"It was indeed." Arvan agreed with a sigh. "And I apologize for that, once more." He gave a sincere bow that caught Leonica off guard.

"I-it’s fine," She shook her head.. "That was the past. We can’t really go back and change it. What matters now, is what happens in the present."

"You’re right." Arvan agreed. "That’s aside, I believe we’re yet to fully be acquainted." Gently taking her hand, he brought the back of her palm up to his lips and gently pecked it. "Arvan Richardson, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Leonica was visibly startled by action. She hadn’t expected him to be so formal and even kiss her hand like a gentlemen.

I mean, this is 2022, isn’t chivalry meant to be dead?

"Likewise, I’m Leonica Romero." She replied, introducing herself.

Arvan gave her an eye smile. "Pleasure making your acquaintance." Allowing his gaze wander to the little boy beside her, he bent down, surprising Leonica with yet another of his action, and asked. "And you must be my daughter’s hero?"

"Hero?" Leonica tilted her head to the side, glancing between her son and her newest acquaintance.

As if on cue, the small head of a small girl poked through the door of the principal office.

"Daddy?" Her tiny voice, drew attention to her small figure.

In seconds, Arvan, Leonica and Ashely had turned towards the door, watching as the girl slowly stepped into the office and ran straight to Arvan, hugging hip laps.

"Daddy!" She cheered.

Daddy? Leonica thought, glancing from the small girl with black hair and then back to Arvan who equally had black hair.

She could somewhat see the resemblance.

"Hey princess," Arvan cooed, affectionately ruffling her hair. "How are you?"

The small girl beamed at her father’s question, giving him a simple nod as an answer before turning to rush at Ashely.

The boy, small as he may look, was smart and sturdy enough to catch the girl as she charged at him and flung herself into his arms.

"What...is...going on?" Leonica questioned, brows creasing in confusion.

Arvan took a spot beside her, watching as the children hugged. "That boy, Dylan or whatever his name was, he had picked on Daisy." He pointed towards the small girl. "Tore her family tree because she hadn’t drawn her mother, not that she could." There was a pause as Arvan allowed his words settle. "Ashely ended up stepping in, which as you can see, ended up in him getting bullied. I apologize."

"You’ve said enough of that to me, today alone. No more. Rather, I’m glad to know that my son has been saving damsels lately, huh?" Leonica joked, gaining a chuckle from Arvan.

"He sure is a hero."

Leonica nodded watching as her son interacted with his new friend. Thinking that he was finally settling down in Norway after weeks since they moved, and had made a new friend, made her feel at ease.

"I’m glad he finally made a friend, a genuine one I can tell." She voiced.

From beside her, Arvan nodded. He too was equally as glad, seeing that Daisy was finally opening up to someone after her mother’s death years ago.

"You know," He began, gaining Leonica’s attention. "The two of them could make great friends."

"Friends?" She glanced between the two, before looking back at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Yeah, they would."

Staring right at her, he asked. “And where would that lead us?”

“Huh?” Leonica blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

As if only just now heading his own words, the male lowered his gaze, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the absurdity of what he had just said. Raising his gaze once more, he was about correct his words, when the principal spoke up from behind them, reminding all of his presence.

“Ms. Romero, Mr. Richardson, I’m sorry but the bell has rung and I have another parent-teacher meeting to attend.”

“Ah,” Leonica nodded. “Of course, go right ahead. I’ll also be taking my leave now.” Turning to face Ashely, who was busy playing with his new friend, she called out.

“Ashely, come on, we have to go.”

The boy instantly got up and ran to her, stopping to stand beside her.

“Daisy,” Arvan called his daughter. “We’re going now.”

“But daddy,” Daisy pouted. “Can’t I play with Asha some more? I’m having fun.”

“Asha?” Both Leonica and Arvan were taken aback by the nickname the young girl had given to Ashely.

“Yes, Asha.” Daisy grinned.

“Asha, huh?” Leonica chuckled. “You’ve never given anyone a nickname before, so I’m guessing that means you like him.”

“Of course, daddy says heroes are good and he’s a hero.” She pointed to her newfound friend.

Leonica’s eyes softened. “Is that so?”

Daisy nodded.

“Then, it’s fine if we meet again, right, Daddy?”

“Of course you can,” Leonica beamed. “We’ll arrange that.”

“Yay!” Daisy cheered.

“Alright then, we’ll be going.” Leonica announced, turning towards the door.

“See you later, Ashley.” Daisy waved.

“I look forward to seeing you again, Ms. Leonica.” Arvan smiled and gently bowed his head at her departure.

“...Likewise.” Leonica forced a smile and bade the father and daughter duo goodbye.

Stepping out of the office, Ashely beside her, she couldn’t help but glance back at the door.

Perhaps it was only in her mind, but Arvan...his countenance seemed far too friendly to her.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot of the school, Jena was fuming in her car and behind her, Dylan was crying, redden finger print on his left cheek.

“That damn bitch.” She sneered, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. “Just who does she think she is humiliating me like that. I’ll make her pay, just she wait.”

With that, she reached for her phone and scrolled through her recent logs, clicking on Angelina’s number. The line rang for a few seconds before it was answered.

“Jena, what is it?” Her raspy voice asked, clearly having just woken up from her beauty sleep.

“Y-you won’t believe who I just ran into.”

“Who?” She yawned.

“That bitch, Leonica. And you won’t believe what I’m gonna tell you next.”

“Just talk already Jena, don’t try to sound smart.”

Jena’s eyes twitched, clearly annoyed by Angelina’s tone and words.

Keep calm, she reminded herself before continuing what she had called to say.

“That Bitch, Angelina, that bitch has a bastard son.”