John smiled knowingly and replied softly, "You're mistaken, little one. You did everything right. Whenever there's an issue, you should call me first."
He added possessively, "You're mine. If you can't talk to me about your problems, then who can you talk to?"
His words, dripping with possessiveness, sent a warm rush throughout Emma's body.
She wished she could meld herself into John, becoming one with him.
Holding Emma close, John scanned the room.
His gaze finally settled on the young men and women in the corner.
"Are these... all your classmates?"
John's voice was even, yet every student instinctively lowered their heads, unable to meet his gaze.
He was like a fierce lion, openly asserting his dominance.
Emma simply nodded in agreement.
John sneered softly. These so-called classmates had not stepped forward to intervene when Emma was being bullied by Eric.
