Marry My Ex's Sworn Enemy (Sonya) novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Bad Luck? 

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Seeing that Sonya was still in a daze, Brian directly left his bicycle and rushed over, pulling her to the side. The next second, the flowerpot fell to the ground with a loud bang and shattered into pieces. 

Brian breathed heavily. He first glanced at Sonya and then ran towards the building. 

Meanwhile, Sonya finally snapped back to reality and immediately 

followed 

Brian. 

It was an old residential building with no elevator. The two of them ran up to the fifth floor and saw a seven or eight–year–old boy about to push another hanging flowerpot down. 

Brian hurriedly ran up, but it was too late to stop it as the boy had already pushed the flowerpot down. 

Hearing a loud bang downstairs, Sonya felt that her heart was also jumping violently. She hurriedly leaned on the railing and looked down. Seeing that the flowerpot didn’t hit anyone, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. 

Brian also breathed a sigh of relief and then shouted at the boy, “Do you know how dangerous this is?” 

But the boy had a nonchalant expression on his face and even made a grimace at Brian. 

Seeing the boy about to run away, Brian immediately grabbed him. 

“Where is your home? Are your parents at home?” Brian asked with anger. 

The boy wanted to escape. But when he saw Brian’s angry face, he immediately burst into tears. 

As soon as the boy cried, the door of the neighboring apartment opened, and a middle–aged man poked his head out. Seeing that it was his own child crying, he immediately stepped out. 

“What are you doing? Let go of my son!” he shouted at Brian. 

The boy cried loudly and complained to his father, “He hit me! It hurts SO much!” 

Upon hearing the boy’s words, the middle–aged man became furious and started rolling up his sleeves. 

“You’re an adult, yet you hit a child! Have you no shame?” 

Brian furrowed his brows and said to that man, “Firstly, I didn’t hit your son. Secondly, aren’t you going to ask what your son did?” 

“You didn’t hit him? But my son is crying 

crying in pain!” the man said unreasonably. 

“You can check on your son to see if he has any injuries!” 

“So you actually wanted to hurt my son? That’s outrageous!” 

The middle–aged man was being unreasonable. He was protecting his son, right or wrong, which made Brian furious. 

““Do you know that your son threw the flowerpot from here and almost hit both of us?” 

Hearing this, the man didn’t look down. He just snorted and said, “How do you know it was my son who did it? Do you have any evidence?” 

“We saw it with our own eyes!” 

“You’re falsely accusing a child! I must teach you a lesson today!” the man said, and he even started to attack Brian. 

Brian had no choice but to let go of the boy. But he didn’t want to fight with the man, so he could only step back and dodge. 

Sonya’s eyes flickered as she thought about how to deal with this kind of unreasonable person. She had learned a few tricks from Henry. 

She said to Brian, “Prof. Wesley, maybe we really wronged this child!” 

As soon as her words fell, Brian widened his eyes in disbelief. “You also saw it clearly just now!” 

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But Sonya shook her head and said, “I didn’t see it. I’m just thinking that this flowerpot is quite heavy, and this platform is a bit tall. But this boy is just a child.” 

Hearing what Sonya said, the man nodded in agreement. “You’re a sensible person. I’ll forgive you this time.” 

Sonya smiled at the man and asked, “But if it wasn’t this child, then who pushed that flowerpot down?” 

“Well…” The man cleared his throat. “Who knows?” 

Sonya continued, “This is the fifth floor. If one pushes a flowerpot down from here and hits someone, it could actually kill someone. If it was an adult who did it, it wouldn’t be an accident but rather a malicious intent to kill.” 

“What?” 

“This is serious. I think we should call the police.” 

“I don’t think it’s necessary,” the man said hesitantly. 

asking, “Prof. Wesley, what do 

you think?” 

But Sonya ignored him and looked Brian, 

Brian saw that Sonya gave him a glance and immediately understood her meaning. 

“I didn’t see it clearly either. But according to your analysis, it should be an adult. This matter is indeed serious. I’ll call the police right away,” said Brian as he took out his phone, ready to make a call. 

“No, there’s no need to call the police,” the man hurriedly intervened. 

“Don’t worry. Since it wasn’t your child who did it, then it’s none of your business. By the way, how many households are there on this floor? I notice that the other doors are locked. It looks like no one else is living here. Are you guys the only ones living on this floor?” 

The man suddenly didn’t know how to reply. 

“If not your son, then it must be you.” 

After saying that, Sonya pretended to be afraid and took a step back. 

“Sir, are there any grudges between us? Why did you want to kill us?” 

“I didn’t do it!” the man exclaimed, looking wronged. 

“Then how did that flowerpot fall down?” 

“It…” The man saw Brian pick up his phone again and quickly pulled his son over, giving him a slap and scolding, “You little brat! Why did you play with the flowerpots there? You almost hurt someone!” 

The man slapped the naughty boy again, causing the boy to cry loudly. 

After punishing the boy, the man apologized to Brian and Sonya, promising to properly discipline his son and never let him play with those flowerpots again in the future. 

‘Getting down from upstairs, Brian gave Sonya a thumbs up. 

“I didn’t expect you to be so cunning.” 

Sonya smiled and said, “Someone taught me that when dealing with unreasonable people, you have to be even more unreasonable than them.” 

“That person who taught you must be even more cunning than you,” Brian remarked. 

“Cunning?” Sonya didn’t think it was appropriate to describe Henry with that word. But after careful consideration, she found no word was suitable to describe him. So, she replied, “Him? Well, he’s very unique.” 

When Brian went to pull his bicycle up, he found that the handlebar had been knocked askew by the second flowerpot. 

He sighed helplessly, “Why do I feel unlucky every time I meet you?” 

“Really? What happened when we first met?” Sonya asked.