Medal in Hand: A Stand for Justice Chapter 09
As soon as Harold heard that, he grabbed his phone and called someone.
Before long, several cars pulled up, and influential figures from the city-politicians, lawyers, and businessmen-stepped out. Among them was Louis, the principal who had expelled Giselle.
My heart sank when I saw the crowd. It was no wonder Tricia had bullied her classmate without fear. As it turned out, her family’s connections were far too powerful.
The moment his reinforcements arrived, Harold scrambled to his feet and hurried over to complain. He claimed that we had been the ones to mistreat him.
But he hadn’t expected that the very people he had summoned would go pale at the sight of Isaac. Without hesitation, they hurried forward and lowered their heads in respect.
Harold froze in shock. What was going on? Weren’t these his reinforcements? Why were they siding with
Isaac?
“General Ziegler, we didn’t know you were here. We’re sorry for not welcoming you sooner,” one said.
A wave of disgust hit Isaac as his cold gaze swept over the submissive faces before him. “I’m not here to
push anyone around. I’ve come to seek justice for the daughter of fallen soldiers.”
The daughter of fallen soldiers? Justice?
The crowd was stunned, unsure of what had happened.
In the next instant, Isaac pulled two medals and official documents from his pocket-proof of Moses’ and
Clara’s sacrifice.
The color drained from Louis’ and Harold’s faces when they saw the medals. It had never crossed their
minds that Giselle was the orphan of two war heroes.
“My comrades gave their lives to defend this country! Yet, their only child was bullied and tormented at school!” Isaac bellowed. “Worse still, the perpetrators faced no legal consequences. Instead, they were shielded at every turn by powerful people!”
In his agitation, he pointed at the wreckage of my home. “To add insult to the injury, the victim had nowhere to turn to and was targeted for revenge by her bullies!”
Under the force of Isaac’s reprimand, the gathered officials lowered their heads in terrified silence.
One senior official hurriedly reassured him, “You have my word, General Ziegler. We will launch an investigation into the bullying of Giselle and the destruction of her property. We will get answers for you and for her.”
“You will investigate this now!” Isaac commanded. “And I want every accomplice rounded up. These people are a blight on this community, and I want them rooted out. Leave no one behind!” His stern tone
left no room for negotiation.
At that point, Harold had already gone ghastly pale. He trembled uncontrollably as he dropped to his
knees, groveling for forgiveness.
“Mr. Tanner, please, forgive me! It was all my fault. I let my daughter bully your granddaughter and did
nothing to stop it. I’m sorry! I’m a scum, and I’ve failed as a father!”
Then, as if desperate to prove his sincerity, he began slapping himself. Each blow landed with such force
that it drew blood.
Even so, I stared at him blankly, feeling nothing. The pain he felt now was not even close to what Giselle
had suffered.
Isaac, on the other hand, didn’t even bother to look at Harold. He simply waved a hand and ordered his
men to take him away.
To save themselves, the other influential figures rushed to distance themselves from the Fleming family.
One of them even condemned Harold publicly.
“Harold Fleming! You’ve condoned your daughter’s violent acts and committed a long list of crimes! Today, I will hold you accountable for every one of them and deliver justice to all the families you’ve
harmed!”
At that, Harold’s face turned ashen. He immediately began to plead for mercy, claiming it was all a
misunderstanding and swearing to pay whatever compensation was required.
But everyone knew the truth-he wasn’t remorseful, he was just afraid.
In the past, Harold had been able to throw his weight around because he believed his powerful connections and overwhelming influence made him untouchable.
But now, as his protectors began to abandon him one by one, he was terrified. He was scared of being
reduced to a “nobody” just like me.
Desperate to regain their protection, Harold tried to play the friendship card. He started invoking their many years of bond and shared history.
But things were already bad enough. So, the moment he brought it up, the big shots’ faces turned just as pale as his.
Wasn’t Harold effectively admitting in front of Isaac that they were all his accomplices?
All at once, their legs gave out, and they collapsed to the floor in despair.
