Chapter 649



The man sneered with arrogance, “Say sorry to my son, or you’re not walking out of here today. You think I actually need to exert myself dealing with someone like you?”

Beside him, the boy continued to cry, while the woman holding him shrieked, “Make them grovel for forgiveness!”

Kallie’s tone remained icy.

“First off, your kid started the bullying. You’re the ones who owe an apology. If you can’t accept that, fine. We have surveillance cameras all around. Let’s get the police involved, and they can sort it out.”

The man shot a glance at the woman. She returned a knowing look.

The man tightened his hold on Kallie’s wrist, scoffing. “Call the police? Who mentioned calling the police? If you refuse to apologize, don’t hold it against me for being rude.”

With that, the man raised his hand to strike Kallie.

But Kallie, seemingly frail, was quick on her feet and dodged with ease.

After swiftly dodging, Kallie delivered a sharp kick to the man’s shin. She might not have been trained in martial arts, but her knowledge of basic self-defense was clear, particularly in targeting painful spots effectively.

The man yelped, releasing his grip on Kallie as he bent over, clutching his injured shin.

The unexpected counterattack stunned not only the woman but also the boy who had been crying, both silenced by the sudden turn of events.

Humiliated and enraged, the man pointed at Kallie and snarled, “You’ll regret this.”

Fumbling for his phone, he immediately dialed a number. Within three minutes, security personnel had converged on the scene, surrounding Kallie and Elma.

Unperturbed by the growing tension, Elma’s lips curved into a smile.

Kallie turned to glance at Elma, whose calm demeanor belied her years.

The man, unable to contain his fury, barked an order to the security guards, “Tie them up!”

The security guards were closing in, forming a tight circle around Kallie and Elma.

Kallie grabbed Elma’s hand, ready to make a run for it. “Can you run?” she asked, her voice urgent. “If not, I’ll carry you.”

Elma didn’t answer. She stared at her hand, enveloped in Kallie’s warm grasp. A wave of warmth washed over her. It felt like a dream. She felt a pang of envy toward Sophie and Calvin, the kids she’d met earlier. Why did they get to have such a kind and caring mother?

Elma’s silence fueled Kallie’s anxiety, and she was about to scoop Elma up into her arms when a sharp voice cut through the tension. “Stop right there!” The voice sounded incredibly familiar to Kallie. The guards froze, instantly stepping aside to create a path.

Gal no ve l s . com hosts your favorite stories The man recognized the newcomer as Clayton and rushed over, his face plastered with a sycophantic grin.

“Mr. Morgan!” he exclaimed. “My son was being bullied. I was just taking care of it. I didn’t realize you were here. I hope I didn’t cause any disturbance.”

Clayton completely ignored the man, his gaze fixed elsewhere.

Just then, Elma darted out from behind Kallie and rushed toward Clayton. “Uncle Clayton!” she cried out.

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