Rumor had it that he was a senior manager at a major company, earning millions every year.

His son once got into a fight with a classmate, leaving him with a minor scrape on his forehead. In response, he stormed the other kid's home with a crew and a German Shepherd by his side.

They wrecked the place, and his dog even bit that boy's grandfather.

The attacked family thought about suing, but the man's influential connections made it difficult.

Instead of justice, they found themselves pressured to move their child to a different school.

The incident became well-known locally, making neighbors anxious at the mere mention of this family, going out of their way to avoid their child.

With the recent incident involving Sheldon, the question arose. Would his father step in to defend him?

Meanwhile, Sheldon was hurrying over to Lyndon.

"Dad!"

Lyndon, alongside a few government officials, had been inspecting some land nearby and happened to walk past.

Hearing Sheldon, he instinctively turned.

"Sheldon?"

He was taken aback to run into Sheldon like this, a smile quickly spreading across his face.

Bending down, he caught Sheldon in his arms, but his expression darkened at the sight of Sheldon's bruised face.

"What happened to your face, Sheldon?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I got hit," Sheldon replied, a mix of hurt and anger in his tone.

“Who did that?" Lyndon's expression turned grim.

Sheldon pointed not far off. “A mean man over there."

Did an adult hit a kid?

Lyndon squinted and stood taller. “Jameson, Kendal, we're done for today. I've got a personal matter to take care of."