Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 213 Gerald Hoffman, A Bear Who’ll Maul Your Kid

Chapter 213: Chapter 213 Gerald Hoffman, A Bear Who’ll Maul Your Kid

A moment of silence ensued as the other parents stared at each in surprise.

After a while, the mother of the blonde girl scratched the back of her head, a nervous laughter slipping through her lips.

"He is? Why didn’t you say a word the entire time? You had us badmouthing your kid all this while."

The others immediately nodded in agreement.

"It’s one thing to know your kid isn’t meant for something, but it’s another to hear it from others."

"It’s not that your kid isn’t strong, it’s just that there’s no way he’d win against Gerald Hoffman. I mean, the kid looks two years younger."

"Now that I think of it, most of the kids in this tournament look older than him. Why is he even in a tournament with his elders?"

"I know what this is. These scumbags clearly set him up for failure!"

"I know he’s your child and you wish to support him as much as you can, but two thousand on blatant failure is a little too much, don’t you think?"

"What does it matter? Let her support her son. It’s a good thing for us anyway."

As the parents conversed, Kelsie turned to Keira, her brow raised as she genuinely inquired. "Baby, how much are spicy wings now?"

Keira, whose eyes were searching for Jesse, paused, her elated gaze shifting to her mother in surprise.

"Jesse usually orders them. Why? Are we having spicy wings tonight?"

The woman nodded, the corners of her lips twitching slightly as she referred to the parents around her, "Mm. These kind uncles and aunties have offered to buy us some."

At this, they stopped talking and sighed, their gaze filled with pity.

"Isn’t your faith in your son a bit too much?"

"A mother can dream. Let her, I guess."

"Whose kid is the Gerald Hoffman? Whoever it is, tell him to take it easy on the poor child. The mother plans to have spicy wings with him tonight."

Hearing the last person, the audience erupted in laughter.

Kelsie chuckled and still offered, "If you’re all free, I’ll treat every one of you to dinner after the tournament."

"Will that promise still hold when your son gets beaten to a stupor?" The man with the brunette daughter joked, making the audience laugh again.

Kelsie simply smiled and said nothing else.

Concluding she was in denial, the other parents no longer said anything.

At the same time, a tall, huge, heavily bearded man of about 6’5" got up and strolled toward the ring.

Merely looking at his ginger head, everyone immediately realized he was Gerald’s father.

He whispered something into his son’s ear before returning to his seat.

Shortly after, the referee called for the boys, and Gerald hopped into the ring exaggeratedly.

Zade arrived shortly after, his little frame taking unhurried steps into the ring.

Standing in front of each other, the ginger-haired boy sneered, "Hey, my daddy just said to take it easy on you so your mommy doesn’t cry. Do her a favor and get off the ring. Forfeit the fight."

Zade stared up at him stoically.

"Why should I? The only mommy who’ll be crying is yours."

Gerald huffed.

"You’re lucky I’m supposed to take it easy on you."

The referee straightened up.

"Bump fists. Now step backward. On the count of three. One... two..."

At the sound of the bell, the audience quieted.

Though they already knew the likely outcome of this fight, they still wanted to see how it’d unfold.

"Don’t you worry, Ms. Sutton, your son won’t be getting many stitches..."

Thud!

The brunette girl’s father had just spoken when they heard a thud.

"The kid... is down." Someone stuttered, both mouth and eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Of course he is. It’s my son we’re talking abou..." Gary Hoffman, who hadn’t said a word the entire time, was about to brag when his eyes unwittingly landed on the Jumbotrons.

When he saw Zade still standing, he wasn’t taken aback. Instead, he applauded Kelsie.

"Your kid must’ve trained really hard to get back up at that speed. It hasn’t even been ten seconds since he was knocked down."

However, Kelsie calmly slurped down her coffee, whilst the expression on everyone’s faces changed.

A moment later, someone coughed dryly.

"Her kid isn’t the one who just lost the first round."

"What do you..." Gary huffed and turned to point at his son in the ring, only to freeze at the sight of Gerald gripping his bloody nose, almost on the verge of tears.

Everyone was astounded.

The referee was too, which was why he stood frozen in place, too dazed to announce the winner of the round.

Zade, however, had his eyes locked on the Gerald’s bleeding nose, not the least bit remorseful.

"You... broke my nose. How could you?" Gerald sniffled, his glossy eyes looking up at Zade.

Zade shrugged, "It’s the least thing you’ve broken in your opponents’ bodies today. Stop whining about something so little."

"Gerald!" All of a sudden, Gary’s stern voice filled the air, snapping everyone out of their daze.

Finally, the referee rushed into the ring to lift Zade’s right hand.

"Zade Sutton wins the first round. If he wins the another, he becomes the winner."

"You did amazing, Zade!" The words had just rolled off his tongue when Keira suddenly screamed, clapping loudly from where she sat. _{f .r e\ewebnov(e)(l).c om}

Zade’s eyes darted toward her, forming a heart shape with his fingers as he waltzed off the ring to meet his coach.

This little action made a lot of spectators squeeze their eyes shut, refusing to believe someone like him had beaten a huge kid like Gerald.

As Gary reprimanded his kid, pumping him up for the next round, Zade’s coach was doing the same, but gentler.

The parents sitting with Kelsie were still rendered speechless.

"Eh, Gerald had his guard down just now. Your kid took advantage of that to strike."

"I know, right? It’s pretty obvious who’s going to win the next two rounds."

In response, Kelsie simply stretched her palm toward them.

"If you think my son will lose, write me a cheque for one hundred thousand. If he doesn’t, I’ll take them. But if he does lose, I’ll double it for you."

The blonde girl’s mother was the most energetic about this betting as she knew her daughter was coming in second place regardless of which of the boys took the grand prize.

So taking out her checkbook, she tilted her head to the side inquisitively.

"Are you saying you’ll give everyone who bets a hundred thousand two hundred thousand if your son really loses?"

Kelsie thinned her lips.

"Did I stutter?"

That was all the woman needed to write her the check.

Watching her, the other parents exchanged glances then stared at the two kids.

On one hand, they might not have seen Zade attack, but if they didn’t, didn’t that mean he really chose a time when everyone was distracted to do so?

Given how Gerald was being berated by his father, Zade won’t have another chance for such foul play.

In that case, they had nothing to worry about.

Hence. they began taking out their checkbooks, sucking in their teeth as they wrote Kelsie the check.

"You must have a lot of money, Ms. Sutton."

"I don’t know where you’re getting this misguided belief about your son, but Gerald Hoffman is a bear. A bear who’s about to maul your beloved son."

"I really have nothing to say besides today being your funeral."

The last parent had just finished writing his check when the referee called the boys back to the stage for Round 2.