Chapter 188: The role of a father

  "Henry," he called out, his voice thick with desperation. "Henry, it's me... It's your father."   But the boy remained rooted to the spot, his tiny frame trembling violently as he clung to the safety of the teacher's skirts.   He recalled this man. Henry wondered if he had come to take him back to that place. His shaking did not stop. He trembled greatly.   This made the teachers defensive.   “Sir, step back!” they warned.   “This is my son; I only came to see him,” Charles insisted.   “Sir, we do not care. You are not on the list. Step back or we will be calling the police," a teacher warned.   Richard arrived quickly.   As Richard took in the unfolding scene, his expression darkened, his jaw clenching in a silent display of barely restrained fury.   Without a word, he brushed past the teachers and strode toward the gates.   “Who are you?” Charles asked. He could tell the man was angry, and he became defensive.   But Richard didn't so much as break stride; his