Chapter 632



Cara clutched Calvin’s arm and sneered, “Alright, I’ll apologize. But you’re coming with me.”

A flicker of fear crossed Calvin’s eyes. He writhed, yelling, “Release me! You’re acting like a kidnapper!”

In the midst of his struggle, Cara released him with a spiteful grin.

Thrown off balance by the sudden freedom, Calvin stumbled backward and fell, his previous ankle sprain now compounded by a fresh injury.

Typically composed and stoic, Calvin couldn’t hold back his tears from the sharp sting of pain.

Cara looked on, devoid of sympathy, her satisfaction evident as she observed his agonized expression. She advanced toward him, heels clicking menacingly on the ground, and towered over him. “Listen, kid, learn this lesson well. Not everyone tolerates insolence. Remember who I am.”

Cara paused, her gaze piercing. “I’m not someone you want to cross. Got it? If not, perhaps your parents would care to challenge me. Let’s see if they have the courage.”

As Calvin lay there alone, without any protection, Cara surmised he came from a humble background.

gⱯlnσνe𝓁s․com has the stories you love Even while her family’s influence was largely overseas, Cara was fully aware the Morgan family had as much power and influence as the Reeves and the Nixon families in this country.

Cara had plenty of reasons to act superior.

Some had the intention of helping Calvin, but upon recognizing Cara, they immediately fell silent. They didn’t dare cross her.

Ignoring his discomfort, Calvin said firmly, “You owe me an apology.”

Cara let out a derisive laugh. “You just don’t know when to give up, do you?”

She lifted her foot, aiming for Calvin’s injured ankle. Suddenly, a man yelled, “What are you doing?” Rushing forward, he lifted Calvin from the ground.

Cara, caught off guard, displayed a tangled look of irritation and embarrassment. “I thought you’d left for good. Seems like you still care about our daughter.”

The man, clearly upset, disregarded Cara and turned to Calvin with concern. “Are you hurt? Is it still painful?”

Calvin gazed at the man, feeling a comforting familiarity. As Calvin remained silent, Jake’s anxiety spiked. He fixed a chilling stare on Cara and questioned, “What have you done to him?”

Cara stamped her foot, bit her lip, and protested. “I did nothing wrong. He was causing trouble, and I merely set him straight with a few words.”

Calvin, coming back to reality and understanding the dynamics at play, hurriedly said, “Sir, I’m alright.”

Jake paused, concern etching his face. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

“I’m good. You can put me down now,” Calvin said. Recognizing Calvin’s insistence, Jake carefully lowered him to the ground.

Once on his feet, Calvin cleared his throat with a touch of theatricality.

“Miss, my mom’s on her way here. You wouldn’t want to get in trouble over a little bump, would you?” Calvin said to Cara, his tone surprisingly mature for his age. “So, I’d appreciate a sincere apology. After all, you did bump into me first.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed as he turned to Cara. “Did you hear that?” he asked, his voice firm.

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