As they saw that were surrounded, two men stood back to back, their posture showed that they're ready to brawl the bodyguards. As they were about to attack them, however, in a synchronized movement, all of the bodyguards drawn out their guns and aimed it at them.

They staggered. As though their feet were pinned on the ground, their knees weakened that make them kneel down on the ground, shoulders and heads were hang low. The head security of Clifford's men appeared and his men make way for him.

He grabbed one of the perpetrator's hairs so that he'd look at him. The man glared at him angrily.

"So brave of you to stare at me like that…" Griffith Gray said. He's tall, strong and st.u.r.dy man. "… I'll only ask you once or twice to give me the definite answer. But I know you still won't say it."

"Ha! You're right! And no matter what you do, we'll never say anything…"

"Is that so? You know I'm really an impatient man, because I work fast and efficient. You see, my master really hates to know that his family is being touched by your dirty hands, all the more being hurt by some criminals like you." without warning he gave a sudden hard punch in perpetrator's abdomen.

"Arrrgghhhh" he screamed in pain and rolled and curled after he's. .h.i.t by the burly man.

Griffith's attention then moved to his companion whose body started to shake. "So, you're the fearful one." Griffith grinned.

He raises his rough, strong hands then strike the man's face twice and a loud whack is heard.

"uhhhmmmfff." He grunted in pain as he covered his face with his palms.

"Bring them to the head security's office." He ordered his men.

They dragged down the two to the security's office, tied them tightly in a chair. "Let's just wait for the bosses. Focus the camera on them, so that they can see their faces clearly after they arrive at the school head's office."

...

As they walked together surrounded with the bodyguards, Ingrid could not help to smile faintly. She looked at Clifford's hand that holds Tristan's and wanting to hold his hands.

So she takes apart their hands, and slide down her hand on Clifford's, clasps it and while her other hand grip Tristan's. Clifford looked at her with a loving gaze and they both smiled to each other.

He kissed Ingrid's hand that made Ingrid blushed. The bodyguards moved their eyes to each other and feel choked by the public display of affection their boss is showing.

All of them have one question in mind, "who is this woman exactly? What's with her that makes their boss acts like a tamed lion."

But none of them dared to glance again to them, fearing that their young master will notice it. So they walked silently and stayed alert. When they reached the school head's office, they were greeted by a middle aged woman who seems nervous and anxious.

"Mr. Briggs, Miss Howard, please come in and sit comfortably." The middle aged woman's hands trembled as she welcomes them.

Clifford did not reply, while Ingrid's face remained calm.

"Where's the owner?" Clifford asked after they seated.

"They're on the way, sir." Her voice trembled when she heard Clifford's almost thundering voice.

Ingrid stroked Clifford's hand hinting him to calm down. So he took a deep breath and tried to calm the anger he felt.

"Daddy, I'm scared…" the child whispered in his ears.

"No one's gonna hurt neither you nor your mother, son, ever. That's my promise! I'm here now, I'll protect you."

Clark leaned his head on his daddy's shoulder. Tristan on the other hand started to doze off beside Ingrid, so she takes him and carried him in her arms.

"Oh poor little boy…"

Ingrid was lost in her thoughts as she contemplated everything that had happened. She recalled the DNA result incident and then now, during the family day. And as she put the pieces of the puzzle together, she realized that those incidents involved Clifford, Clark and her! Which only means one thing, someone's, no, some people wants to harm their family.

But the question is who wanted to harm them? And why, what's the reason?

Her brow creased as she thinks of some possible reasons that may be the root cause of it all. s.h.i.+fting her gaze to Clifford she asked,

"Cliff, I know I asked this before but did you offend someone before? I mean… maybe you've thought or realized it a bit later?" Clifford paused before he answered.

"hmm… as I've said before, I couldn't think of anyone that would resolved to do this."

"A former lover perhaps?" her heart p.r.i.c.ks a little at her question.

"I have no serious relations.h.i.+p before, so, definitely that's not it." She fell silent and contemplates deeply what she's about to say…

"Cliff, after careful thought, we really need to get married not soon or sooner, but the soonest."