Upon learning that he could receive compensation, the father of the leading child didn't even go home; he drove directly to Wayne Manor.
He sat in the dilapidated car, flooring the accelerator, and the engine roared noisily.
The streetscape outside the car window flew by, his eyes filled with eagerness.
Although he was seeking justice for his child, what he was thinking about now wasn't concern for his child, but rather how much money the Wayne Family would compensate him.
That was the Wayne Family! If he was lucky, would he not have to worry for the rest of his life?
Thinking of this, he even showed a slightly sinister smile.
Just then, on the road, a black luxury car approached from the opposite direction.
The car's body was sleek, its windows gleaming, shimmering brightly in the sunlight.
The father looked at the luxury car and couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Rich people, hmph, always showing off."
In his mind, these people were all high and mighty, arrogant.
If that girl who hit someone wasn't a Wayne Family child, would she dare to hit others so casually?
The Wayne Family's wealth and power made her so arrogant.
Hmph, when I get rich, I'll buy such a flashy car too!
Driving at a breakneck speed, the father finally arrived at the gate of a manor.
The moment he saw the gate, he was stunned.
The gate was crafted from exquisite wrought iron, adorned with intricate and magnificent patterns, flanked by tall stone pillars with lifelike sculptures at their tops, showcasing the Master's extraordinary status.
Beyond the gate was a long driveway, lined with neatly trimmed trees, and the main building of the manor at the end was even more imposing, like a palace.
He had already imagined it would be very luxurious, but only after truly seeing the manor did he realize that there was a qualitative difference between the rich people in his imagination and truly rich people.
His heart was filled with both shock and a sense of inferiority, but this inferiority quickly transformed into anger and greed.
Today, he must get compensation!
Gritting his teeth, the father reached out and pressed the doorbell.
"Ding-dong," the crisp sound of the doorbell echoed at the quiet entrance of the Gotham suburban manor.
He stood at the door, straightening his body slightly, trying to appear more confident.
However, he waited for a long time, but there was no response.
He frowned and pressed the doorbell several more times, but there was still no movement.
The surroundings were so quiet that he could only hear the rustling of leaves in the breeze, which made him increasingly uneasy and he began to overthink.
Are the Wayne Family not planning to compensate him? Are they just toying with him?
With such doubts, he pressed the doorbell again, his finger lingering on the button for several seconds, as if this would increase the chance of being noticed.
Time ticked by, minute by minute, and the long wait made him increasingly irritable, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
But after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.
He felt insulted, and the anger in his heart flared up instantly, making him press the doorbell a few more times in frustration.
Finally, a voice came from the doorbell in front of him.
The father turned his head and realized that in front of him was a white video doorbell, blending in with the entire environment, almost impossible to notice without a close look.
From this video phone, a slow, middle-aged man's voice with an English accent asked, "May I ask who you are?"
The voice was unhurried, utterly composed.
The father tried to suppress the anger in his heart and said loudly, "I am the parent of one of the three male students beaten by Gwendolyn, and I'm here to demand an explanation!"
However, after saying these words, his angry expression also showed a hint of anticipation.
"Oh..." After a long "Oh," the middle-aged man with the English accent said coolly, "So it's you. Please wait, I will open the door for you shortly."
Immediately after, the video doorbell was hung up.
The father stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the gate, silently counting the time in his heart.
One minute, two minutes... He waited for a long time, but the manor's gate did not open.
His patience gradually wore thin, and his face grew increasingly grim.
Finally, the father couldn't help but press the doorbell again, and the middle-aged man's voice once again came from the video doorbell.
However, this time, his voice carried a hint of surprise: "Why haven't you come in yet?"
The father's voice was filled with humiliation and anger, almost roaring, "I've been waiting for a long time, why hasn't the door opened?!"
His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, clearly on the verge of an outburst.
What the hell are you surprised about? I'm the one waiting here!
The middle-aged man's voice still held surprise: "What? How could such a thing happen! I'll check for you!"
Hearing that it was an accident, the father snorted coldly, and his anger subsided a little.
After the middle-aged man hung up the video doorbell, he continued to wait.
But another 10 minutes passed, and the door still hadn't opened.
He couldn't take it anymore and frantically pressed the doorbell repeatedly.
This time, the manor's gate finally opened slowly.
The person on the other end of the video doorbell remained calm: "I apologize, there was a small issue, which has just been fixed."
The father was filled with anger. He wanted to rush in and confront the person on the other side of the video doorbell without hesitation, but remembering the purpose of his trip, he suppressed his rage and walked in.
The father turned around angrily and strode towards his dilapidated car.
He pulled open the car door forcefully, sat down in the driver's seat with a "thud," and gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white from the effort.
He pressed the ignition button, and the car engine sputtered, slowly driving into the manor.
As the car moved forward, the scenery within the manor gradually unfolded before his eyes, and the beautiful sight made him increasingly furious.
Vast lawns spread out like green carpets, perfectly manicured, without a single speck of disorder.
Colorful flowers dotted the lawn, swaying gently in the breeze, emitting wafts of enchanting fragrance.
In the distance, an exquisite fountain gurgled with Water, its spray sparkling like crystals under the sunlight.
The surrounding trees were tall and straight, with lush foliage, like loyal guardians protecting the manor.
All of this was as beautiful as a dreamlike fairyland, yet his heart held no appreciation, but was instead filled with envy.
"Damn rich people," he muttered under his breath. In his view, these luxurious sights were all proof of the Wayne Family's squandered wealth, while he could only struggle for a living.
The car drove along the winding driveway for a while, finally arriving at the main house's entrance.
The father stopped the car, opened the door, and stepped out.
He looked up; the main house's architecture was classical and grand. Although it looked somewhat old, it didn't appear dated due to the Master's careful upkeep and renovations.
At the entrance, a person dressed in classic butler attire stood quietly.
He stood tall, wearing a black tailcoat, a White shirt with a meticulously tied bow tie, straight black trousers, and gleaming leather shoes.
The other person bowed slightly and introduced himself in the somewhat familiar English accent: "Hello, sir, my name is Alfred, and I am the butler here."