As she retrieved her phone, the woman grumbled under her breath, âToday is just my bad luck. Shouldâve checked my horoscope before running into your entire family.â
Joelle, incensed by the womanâs flippant approach to the situation, took a deep breath to steady her voice. âIf thatâs your attitude towards resolving conflicts, perhaps we should involve the police.â
The woman looked up, annoyance flickering across her face. âAre you serious? Is this necessary? Yes, I kicked her, but look, sheâs alright, isnât she?â
Before Joelle could respond, Katherine stepped in, her voice sharp with authority. âJoelle, why even bother talking to her? This mall is owned by Bobby. Iâll have him throw her out.â
It was only then that the woman took a proper look at Joelle and her group. Dressed in subtly luxurious attire and exuding a certain grace, it was clear they were not ordinary patrons.
âOh, calling in your connections, are you? Well, go ahead!â she retorted, dialing her phone with a dramatic shift to a tone of distress. âHello? Adrian, hurry over. Iâm being harassedâ¦â
Meanwhile, Joelle and her companions were preoccupied with assessing Auroraâs condition.
Katherine voiced her concern. âShould we take her to the hospital to get checked out?â
As Rafael carefully lifted Aurora to inspect her more closely, Joelle and Katherine created a protective circle around the little girl to maintain her privacy.
âSheâs bruised,â Rafael stated grimly, his eyes hardening as they flicked back to the woman.
Regardless of who the woman was callingâeven if it were the mayorâRafael sensed that this situation was far from over.
âKathy.â Joelle turned to Katherine, her voice steady. âPlease call Bobby.â
gⱯlnÏνð®âsâ¤cøm is packed with great reads Bobby was among the first on the scene. He was shocked and concerned for Joelleâs daughter. His curiosity also peaked; he wanted to catch a glimpse of Adrianâs child.
Katherine, frustrated with the scene, chided him, giving him a playful slap on the chest. âLook at the kind of people your place attracts! Bullies harassing childrenâis this the image you want for your establishment?â
Bobby, trying to soothe her, waved dismissively, âPlease, calm down. Iâll take care of it right away.â He approached the woman with a calm demeanor. âMaâam, may I please see your VIP card?â
The request caught her off guard, and her anxiety spiked, sensing the gravity of the situation if Bobby truly was the mallâs manager.
âWhy do you need to see it? What right do you have to invade my privacy like that?â she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance.
Bobby replied with a polite smile, âWe occasionally check cards to ensure theyâre not being misused. Itâs standard practice here to protect the rights of all our patrons.â
âYouâre lying!â
But Bobby was confident. His establishment catered to a high-end clientele, and he prided himself on recognizing his regulars. He did not recognize her, which raised suspicions about her claims to VIP status. Feeling cornered, the woman clutched her purse tighter and began edging backward.
Bobby, however, maintained his composure, adept at handling delicate situations with the right blend of politeness and assertiveness. âIâm sorry.â
Security guards positioned themselves subtly by his side. âPlease escort her out,â he directed.
As she was led away, the womanâs protests escalated dramatically. âHelp! Murder! Isnât there any justice left?â Her shouts drew stares, but her cries faded as she was escorted further away.
âAh! Adrian! Youâve arrived just in time! They were killing me!â she exclaimed upon seeing a familiar face.
Joelle turned at the commotion and froze in disbelief. There was Adrian, stepping in as if to shield the woman. The sight was a harsh jolt after years without contact.
Bobby, always a fan of dramatics, didnât miss a beat. He hurried over to Adrian, who was still absorbing the scene. âMr. Miller, itâs been too long!â
Adrianâs face was a mix of confusion and concern. âMr. Kelly, was it necessary to handle it this way, in public?â The woman clung to Adrian, her demeanor shifting to one of distress.
âThis lady was involved in a rather serious dispute with another customer,â Bobby responded with a diplomatic smile.
âWhat happened exactly?â Adrian asked, his brow furrowing.
âShe knocked over a three-year-old girl and then kicked her when she fell, causing a bruise. The situation escalated when she refused to apologize.â
Adrianâs intense gaze bore into the woman as she stood trembling before him.
The woman retorted with tears, âHeâs lying. He knows them; theyâre all trying to set me up!â
Adrian, however, was unmoved by her protestations and cut straight to the heart of the matter. âDid you kick the girl?â
The womanâs skin prickled with unease. âYes, but it was her fault! She crashed into me and got my shoes dirty!â
Adrian processed the information, his expression hardening. It didnât matter who knew whom or what minor provocations had occurred. The bottom line for him was the inexcusability of an adult mistreating a child.
âWhere is the little girl now?â
Bobby quickly gestured towards Joelle. âThe girlâs mother is over there.â
Unaware of the specifics of the discussion but sensing the tension, Joelle met Adrianâs gaze. Her heart constricted with a mix of fear and unresolved feelings. A wave of protectiveness surged through her, and she instinctively pulled Aurora closer behind her.
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