Chapter 477: Can Write a Letter_1
Zack Wallace severely reprimanded Ryan Wesley and then bailed him out from detention.
Once back in the car, Zack’s anger had somewhat subsided, and he said to Ryan, “Don’t strut around just because you think you’ve avenged Ms. Summers. I’m telling you, what you did was unwise. The Foster Family is not to be trifled with. They might not dare to confront us directly, but they could take it out on Ms. Summers. On the surface, Ms. Summers is just a foster daughter of the Summers Family, without any power or influence—easy prey for others. You may think you’ve done a good deed, but you’ve actually brought trouble to Ms. Summers! The grudge Bella has from this incident will all be blamed on Ms. Summers!”
Upon hearing this, Ryan instantly became somewhat panic-stricken, “Ah… then, what should I do? Uncle, I was really angry at the time and could only think of an eye for an eye. I didn’t consider the rest…”
Zack scolded, “That’s why I tell you to study! If you’re not smart enough, you have to make up for it by studying!”
After the scolding, he sighed and advised him earnestly, “I don’t ask much of you, just hope that you study hard, earn a diploma, and find a stable job afterward. I don’t care how much money you make, but it should be steady and dependable!”
Zack never wanted his nephew to get involved in a life of violence and fighting.
The trouble that Ryan caused this time was substantial. For a long time, Grey’s school was constantly visited by parents who “inspected” it, and all the students involved in the incident were punished.
Actually, Purple Summers disagreed with it too.
It wasn’t that she feared Bella Foster’s resentment, but she felt that there were many ways to retaliate without resorting to such an insulting method against women.
But Ryan’s original intention was to stand up for her, and now he was expelled. Out of friendship… Purple Summers couldn’t really blame him for anything and even felt a little guilty, as, after all, he was also affected by her.
Jane McCain and Zara Jameson also had complicated feelings.
They were happy when Bella Foster met with misfortune, like the incident at the wedding reception, which was purely Bella’s own doing. But this time, they felt that Ryan’s actions were, well, a bit… excessive.
Yet as his friends, they could understand Ryan’s rage at the time.
Since Ryan was expelled and they wouldn’t see each other again, the four friends decided to meet up after school for a meal.
It was a sort of send-off for the pitiful Ryan Wesley.
They heard that his uncle was determined this time, planning to send him to a fully enclosed military-style boarding school with extremely strict regulations! The school was flanked by mountains and forests with nary a soul in sight, making escape virtually impossible!
All three girls felt very sorry for him…
“When you miss me, you can just burn some paper for me,” Ryan said with his spirits dashed, drowning his sorrow in his drink with an almost crying look, “There’s no internet there, and mobile phones, game consoles, comics – none of it’s allowed. They say to strengthen the body, there’s a mandatory twenty-kilometer march every week.”
To a new recruit in the army, a 20-kilometer march might be nothing, but Ryan was a pushover. Purple Summers still remembered kicking him into a trash can once.
She was quite surprised at the time, but later found out that despite Ryan’s apparently wild behavior, he had been frail since childhood and only began to gain some strength after graduating from elementary school.
“Your uncle is doing this for your own good; you really need to toughen up…” Purple Summers encouraged him.
Jane slapped his shoulder in a bro-like manner, consoling him, “No matter how hard it gets, it’s just for half a term. Just grit your teeth, and you’ll pull through!”
Ryan lamented, “Cut off from the world, how can I endure that!”
Zara thought for a moment and said, “Even though there won’t be mobile phones or computers, you could still correspond, right? We could write letters to you.”
Ryan’s eyes immediately lit up, eagerly looking at Zara, “Sure! It’s a deal!”