Chapter 297
Willow questioned if she had indeed heard that woman call her son a “cripple“.
Ever since Aaron had injured his leg, the last thing Willow wanted to hear was someone using that derogatory term to describe him.
She whipped her head around and fixed a cold stare on the young woman standing before her, clad in designer attire and adorned with sparkling jewels. The woman was Mandy Fisher.
Mandy’s appearance was passable, but her thin lips and prominent cheekbones lent her a sharp, unfriendly demeanor. She clearly wasn’t someone who made friends easily.
Next to her was a young boy, about four years old, named Harlan Selwood. His face bore a faint scratch
and was streaked with dried tears.
Pointing at Aaron, he sobbed, “Mom, it was him! The cripple! He hit me! See this scratch? He did it! Mom, it really hurt. You must do something about him!”
“Oh, my darling, don’t cry! It breaks my heart to see you upset!” Mandy exclaimed, gently cupping Harlan’s
face.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure the cripple learns his lesson! Let’s see if he ever thinks about bullying
you again!”
“You damn cripple, how dare you fight me! My mom is the best. You’re going to regret this!”
Harlan wiped his nose and taunted Aaron with a bold arrogance.
Willow knew Harlan was undoubtedly the one who caused Aaron’s injuries. The irony was palpable–the minor scratch on Harlan’s face was almost imperceptible, whereas Aaron had been seriously hurt. It was evident that Harlan owed Aaron an apology, not the other way around.
“Did you hear me? Apologize to my son right now!” Mandy demanded, pulling Harlan forward and looking down at Willow with a haughty air.
“I won’t ask again. Apologize!”
“Apologize?”
“Are you joking? If anyone should be apologizing, it’s your son to Aaron!”
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