Chapter 647



Linsey let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Hey, did you know there’s a huge party happening here in a few days?” she asked, eager to distract Kallie. “The Morgan family is sponsoring it. We should totally go!”

Kallie vaguely recalled hearing about the celebration and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Just then, Sophie walked in, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Mommy, don’t forget we have to take Calvin to the doctor for his check-up today.”

Kallie’s eyes widened. “Oh shoot, you’re right! I had a bit too much to drink last night and totally spaced it. Let’s get going then.”

Sophie shrugged. “Actually, he has planned to go by himself.”

Kallie frowned and said, “That won’t work. His leg’s in rough shape. We need to go with him.”

Linsey sighed. “How did you manage to raise such well-mannered children? Calvin’s only five, isn’t he?”

Kallie replied, “I never really ask much of them. Maybe it’s because I show them love, and they show love back.”

After tidying up, the group made their way to the hospital.

Calvin was recovering nicely, well enough to attend the upcoming celebration without issue.

As they prepared to leave, Kallie’s thoughts drifted to Elma. With a moment’s hesitation, she made up her mind to visit the fever clinic.

As expected, Kallie found Elma there, apparently back for a follow-up visit.

Elma was by herself, her tiny figure standing out amidst the bustling crowd.

Kallie’s heart went out to Elma, and she hastened her steps to reach her.

Suddenly, a boy dashed through the crowd, not looking where he was going, and collided with Elma.

Elma tumbled to the floor, a sight that seemed excruciatingly painful. However, she did not shed a tear. Instead, she quickly rose, seized the boy by the arm, and said firmly, “Apologize now!”

The boy, taken aback, glanced at Elma. Using his height to his advantage, he tilted his head up defiantly and retorted, “Apologize? Why should I? It was your mistake for not looking where you were walking. You got what you deserved!”

Despite her petite stature, Elma’s presence was formidable. She intensified her tone. “You ran into me, so the apology should come from you. If you refuse, I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

The boy burst into laughter, dismissing her threat. “You think you can make me pay? Let’s see what you can do. Your parents aren’t with you, are they? Or perhaps you don’t have any? Maybe they don’t want you anymore? Ha.”

His words were biting and cruel.

Fury filled Elma’s eyes as she surged forward and bit down on the boy’s hand.

The boy screamed and flung Elma away.

Thrown on the floor, Elma curled into a ball, anticipating the boy’s beating that never came.

When Elma hesitantly opened her eyes, she saw a figure standing before her protectively.

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