Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 52: Chapter 52
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Aria crossed her arms, her smile cold yet polite. "A severed leg would ruin his life, no question. Ten million dollars is a small price to pay. I can afford it myself."
Aria tilted her head and added, "Tavion, would you say ten million dollars is worth losing your leg?"
Her words hung heavy in the air. Tavion, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine.
Before he could respond, his father, who had been staring at Tavion's leg, made his decision.
In an instant, Tavion's blood ran cold.
"My son's leg is broken and needs amputation. You'll pay ten million dollars!" Elric's voice was firm.
Tavion's eyes widened.
His own father was ready to amputate his leg for ten million dollars.
But Tavion realized then that this money wouldn't be his.
His heart pounded in his chest as he shook his head furiously. "I didn't break my leg! No one's cutting off my leg!"
He sprinted out of the room, his legs showing no signs of injury.
The door flew open as several people lunged forward to stop him.
There was a brief struggle, then Tavion dashed off.
Maelis rushed out after him.
The door was left wide open.
The tension in the room was palpable, and no one seemed sure how to proceed.
Osric, having witnessed the chaos, slid forward and grabbed the door frame, inching it shut again.
Once it was closed, Valerie stood frozen. "What on earth…"
It seemed that, for now, the discussion was over. Aria smiled faintly. "Mr. Vellier, it seems your son's leg is fine after all."
Thorne's face darkened as he clenched his fists. "Even if his leg is fine, what about the other injuries?"
Aria's expression shifted to one of cold calculation. "Let's do the math then." She looked at Nathan and beckoned him forward. "Come here."
Nathan hesitated. He wondered, 'What is she doing now?'
He would've argued with her in the past, but given that she was cleaning up his mess, it didn't feel right to oppose her now.
That would be ungrateful.
Aria nodded for him to take a few steps closer. "See his face, his neck?"
Thorne didn't understand.
Aria's voice remained calm, detached. "We don't make bad deals. My family's always had high-end insurance for our health and safety."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 'My parents bought me insurance? When was that?'
Aria continued, "His injuries—his forehead, face, nose, mouth, arms, and torso—will be covered. The more severe the injury, the higher the payout. Where do you think that money comes from?"
She lazily rested her elbow on the armrest, chin propped in her hand. "Whoever hurt Nathan will be held accountable by the insurance company.
"Roughly speaking, the payout will be no less than 3 million dollars. Of course, the insurance company will expect you to cover half of that. As for your son's injury, you can definitely go to the hospital. Use the best medications, and we will cover all the expenses."
Thorne's expression shifted.
He knew wealthy families often took out hefty insurance policies, but he hadn't thought of this angle.
The realization hit him, and his confidence faltered. But he stubbornly retorted, "Why do you get to call the shots?"
Aria's voice was ice-cold. "Micah, call the insurance company. Have them come to the school. And bring the lawyers and doctors with them."
Micah immediately acknowledged and pulled out his phone.
Thorne stood frozen, realizing he had underestimated this situation. "I'm unlucky, dealing with these heartless rich people…"
With that, he hastily exited the office.
The students eavesdropping outside quickly learned their lesson and retreated to the sides of the hallway.
The door closed behind them, and the group gathered together.
"Holy crap! I accidentally hit Nathan on the head the other day," one of them said, wide-eyed.
"I hit his back. He was in pain for two days. This might cost us hundreds of thousands of dollars!" another said.
"Stop talking!" Osric groaned, "Last year, we had a worse fight, and Nathan didn't make me pay a cent! What a good guy!"
Lily stood nearby, hands clenched nervously together.
Her desk mate tried to reassure her, "Don't worry. She's probably Nathan's sister, and she's already handled the worst of it."
Another girl nodded, "Exactly. Even without Nathan, someone would've helped you. No one lets Tavion off the hook after something like that."
Inside the office, the negotiations continued.
Aria turned back to Elric, "So, how much compensation do you want?"
Aria tilted her head and added, "Tavion, would you say ten million dollars is worth losing your leg?"
Her words hung heavy in the air. Tavion, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine.
Before he could respond, his father, who had been staring at Tavion's leg, made his decision.
In an instant, Tavion's blood ran cold.
"My son's leg is broken and needs amputation. You'll pay ten million dollars!" Elric's voice was firm.
Tavion's eyes widened.
His own father was ready to amputate his leg for ten million dollars.
But Tavion realized then that this money wouldn't be his.
His heart pounded in his chest as he shook his head furiously. "I didn't break my leg! No one's cutting off my leg!"
He sprinted out of the room, his legs showing no signs of injury.
The door flew open as several people lunged forward to stop him.
There was a brief struggle, then Tavion dashed off.
Maelis rushed out after him.
The door was left wide open.
The tension in the room was palpable, and no one seemed sure how to proceed.
Osric, having witnessed the chaos, slid forward and grabbed the door frame, inching it shut again.
Once it was closed, Valerie stood frozen. "What on earth…"
It seemed that, for now, the discussion was over. Aria smiled faintly. "Mr. Vellier, it seems your son's leg is fine after all."
Thorne's face darkened as he clenched his fists. "Even if his leg is fine, what about the other injuries?"
Aria's expression shifted to one of cold calculation. "Let's do the math then." She looked at Nathan and beckoned him forward. "Come here."
Nathan hesitated. He wondered, 'What is she doing now?'
He would've argued with her in the past, but given that she was cleaning up his mess, it didn't feel right to oppose her now.
That would be ungrateful.
Aria nodded for him to take a few steps closer. "See his face, his neck?"
Thorne didn't understand.
Aria's voice remained calm, detached. "We don't make bad deals. My family's always had high-end insurance for our health and safety."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 'My parents bought me insurance? When was that?'
Aria continued, "His injuries—his forehead, face, nose, mouth, arms, and torso—will be covered. The more severe the injury, the higher the payout. Where do you think that money comes from?"
She lazily rested her elbow on the armrest, chin propped in her hand. "Whoever hurt Nathan will be held accountable by the insurance company.
"Roughly speaking, the payout will be no less than 3 million dollars. Of course, the insurance company will expect you to cover half of that. As for your son's injury, you can definitely go to the hospital. Use the best medications, and we will cover all the expenses."
Thorne's expression shifted.
He knew wealthy families often took out hefty insurance policies, but he hadn't thought of this angle.
The realization hit him, and his confidence faltered. But he stubbornly retorted, "Why do you get to call the shots?"
Aria's voice was ice-cold. "Micah, call the insurance company. Have them come to the school. And bring the lawyers and doctors with them."
Micah immediately acknowledged and pulled out his phone.
Thorne stood frozen, realizing he had underestimated this situation. "I'm unlucky, dealing with these heartless rich people…"
With that, he hastily exited the office.
The students eavesdropping outside quickly learned their lesson and retreated to the sides of the hallway.
The door closed behind them, and the group gathered together.
"Holy crap! I accidentally hit Nathan on the head the other day," one of them said, wide-eyed.
"I hit his back. He was in pain for two days. This might cost us hundreds of thousands of dollars!" another said.
"Stop talking!" Osric groaned, "Last year, we had a worse fight, and Nathan didn't make me pay a cent! What a good guy!"
Lily stood nearby, hands clenched nervously together.
Her desk mate tried to reassure her, "Don't worry. She's probably Nathan's sister, and she's already handled the worst of it."
Another girl nodded, "Exactly. Even without Nathan, someone would've helped you. No one lets Tavion off the hook after something like that."
Inside the office, the negotiations continued.
Aria turned back to Elric, "So, how much compensation do you want?"
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