Chapter 1794: Refuses to Let It Go

“Compensation? Are you insane? This is Mr. Lucian Farwell, Chairman of the Farwell Group! How do you intend to compensate him?”

“You’re in serious trouble! What an insolent child! You’re asking for it!”

“Should we call the police? No need. Just toss his son in the pool; let the dolphins have some fun.”

Before Lucian and Roxanne could react, the crowd surged, ready to confront the father and son.

The fat man paled at the angry shouts. Seeing his son's vacant expression, he exploded, delivering several hard blows to the boy's head.

“You brat! Are you trying to get me arrested? Who told you to push that girl into the water? This is unbelievable…”

He not only scolded but also hit and kicked his son, who wailed in pain. No one showed pity; some even urged the father to hit harder, believing the child deserved a lesson.

A guilty-looking keeper approached Lucian and Roxanne. “Sir, Madam, I’m truly sorry. I invited your children to the show. This is our fault. How can we make amends?”

Roxanne shook her head. “It’s not your fault. It’s this man and his son. Since you’ve called the police, let them handle it.”

She tugged at Lucian, whispering, “The police will likely demand an apology and some compensation. The child is underage, but I can’t let this go.”

“Exactly. We can’t let them off easily,” Lucian said coldly.

The police arrived, reviewed the security footage, and apprehended both father and son. Lucian and Roxanne took their children to the station to assist with the investigation.

Roxanne’s prediction proved correct: a child's misbehavior wouldn't go unpunished. Outside the station, Lucian called Cayden, then took Roxanne and the children back to the hotel for showers and a change of clothes, waiting for the police to contact them.

“Mr. Farwell, Ms. Jarvis, the outcome may not satisfy you, but we’ve imposed the maximum penalty. Mr. Cross will pay thirty thousand in compensation, his son will apologize in person, and we'll inform his school and conduct a further investigation.” The police, clearly concerned about public reaction, had acted decisively.

Lucian signed the mediation documents. “Darling, I won’t let them off easily,” he assured Roxanne.

She nodded, an idea forming.

Back at the hotel, the children were playing; Estella still chatted about the baby dolphin, seemingly oblivious to the incident. Thankfully, she was too young to remember, preventing any trauma.

Roxanne called Linda for antibiotics. The doorbell rang; it was the overweight man. His voice was filled with fear. “Mr. Farwell, Ms. Jarvis, I’m Felix Cross. I’ve brought my son to apologize…”