Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1660

Howard made a series of exaggerated faces and gestures, causing the entire classroom to erupt in another wave of laughter.

"How noisy," Lincoln muttered, feeling overwhelmed. He asked Howard and Jeremiah to keep an eye on Sienna before stepping outside for some fresh air.

As he wandered around the school, he found himself near a grove. In the distance, he noticed a group of older boys surrounding a taller girl, taunting her with cruel remarks.

"You're so big and bulky—are you even a girl?"

"Come on, how did you eat your way into looking like that?"

In reality, the girl wasn't overweight; she had simply matured earlier than her peers, giving her a fuller, more adult appearance. Still, she was well within a healthy range for her age.

Nonetheless, the boys didn't see it that way. They spoke thoughtlessly, oblivious to the hurt they were causing.

Lincoln initially considered stepping in to help, but he hesitated, unsure if it was worth his time. After a moment's thought, he hid behind a stone pillar and shouted, "The principal is coming!"

At those words, the boys scattered like startled animals.

Though the girl was finally left alone, the emotional damage lingered. With her head down, she stood in place, silently sobbing.

The humiliation she had experienced today would likely haunt her for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, Lincoln observed her from a distance, unable to bring himself to walk away. He decided to approach her and offered his handkerchief.

The girl looked up in confusion, meeting his steady gaze. A flicker of surprise crossed her features; she couldn't believe that someone like him would acknowledge her—a girl who felt so out of place.

"Only you can define your worth. If you see yourself as inferior, others will too. No one has the right to make you bow your head."

The girl clutched the handkerchief tightly, her head lowering in distress, too afraid to speak.

Noticing her hesitation, Finn motioned for his boys to advance. "Take him down! Whoever catches him, their snacks will be on me for a whole month!"

As soon as Finn finished, the boys lunged forward, barreling at Lincoln with all their might. They rolled up their sleeves and tightened their fists, swinging at his face without hesitation.

Lincoln's gaze sharpened, his hands clenching tightly in his pockets. He lowered his center of gravity, ready to dodge.

But just as the first punch was about to connect, a heavy set of footsteps suddenly echoed behind him.

A cold breeze swept past, and in an instant, the girl stepped forward. With a swift motion, she grabbed the boy's wrist and lifted him off the ground.

"You can bully me," she said resolutely, "but you will not bully my friends!"