Clenching his teeth, he issued a stern warning.
âMoss, you better hope Melon is unharmed, or I swear youâll face the consequences.
â
âItâs up to you to decide whether you should believe me or not,â
Moss said, unfazed by Holdenâs mounting fury.
He then disconnected the call.
Just as Holden was about to call Moss again, the phone was abruptly snatched from his grasp.
It was Ariana.
She attempted to call Moss again, only to find the number was now non-existent.
Undeterred, Ariana tried repeatedly, but each attempt ended in failure.
Meanwhile, on a tall building.
Moss stood by a window, phone in hand, observing the distant turmoil with a sinister grin.
Eventually, he tossed the phone into a trash bin with disdain and shifted his gaze to the little boy in a child seat nearby.
To Mossâ astonishment, Melon exhibited none of the expected fear.
Unlike most children, who would cry when kidnapped, Melon sat calmly, eyes fixed on Moss.
Intrigued, Moss tilted his head and arched an eyebrow, asking, âArenât you scared of me?â
Upon hearing this, Melon responded to Moss with a voice tinged with childlike innocence, âIâm scared.
â
âYou donât seem scared.
â Moss moved closer to him, his expression unreadable.
âI really am,â Melon replied, lifting his chin.
âBut fear wonât solve anything.
Showing it would only make the enemy bolder.
â
Moss blinked, taken aback.
Then, he let out a chuckle.
Interesting.
How unexpected to hear such wisdom from a person so young!
âI didnât expect such sensibility from you considering your age,â
Moss said, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Melonâs brow furrowed.
He was displeased at Mossâ words.
He pouted and said, âIâm almost six.
Iâm almost half an adult!â
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Melon heard Mossâ voice.
âYouâre just a child playing at being an adult,â Moss said and snorted.
âWhy didnât you ask me who I am?â