The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395

Jace’s POV

The car idles at the curb, and Zina drums her fingers on the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on the cake shop’s cheerful door. “Jace, go check on her. Why isn’t she back yet?”

Gemma was just getting cake, it shouldn’t take this long.

As I approach the shop, I see a small crowd gathered just inside the glass facade. My stomach tightens, that’s never a good sign.

Pushing the door open, the bell’s chime is lost in the tense atmosphere. Gemma is standing by the door, her posture rigid, a storm of frustration clear on her face. On the floor near her, a boy is sitting, his face red and tear–streaked, wailing with impressive volume.

“Gemma, what happened?”

I ask, stepping to her side, my eyes scanning for any immediate

threat.

She lets out a short, exasperated breath. “This boy is rude as hell!”

Her words are clipped, laced with a cold anger I rarely hear frøm her.

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The boy amplifies his cries, and I turn to take a good look. Apart from his drama, I see a fresh, red bruise blooming on his

forehead.

The priority shifts instantly. “Where are his parents?”

I ask, turning to the small crowd of onlookers and the pale, anxious–looking salesgirl.

People shuffle, avoiding my gaze. The salesgirl speaks up, her voice trembling. “He… he seems to be here alone.”

She clearly wants the situation gone from her doorstep.

I turn back to Gemma, lowering my voice. “We should take him to the hospital. He’s still a child.”

It’s a hint, a suggestion to de–escalate. There’s no winning a public struggle with a kid, no matter how badly behaved.

Gemma’s shoulders slump slightly in agreement. The ruined cakes are secondary now, and she moves toward the boy, her expression softening into reluctant concern.

But as she reaches down to help him up, he moves with shocking speed.

He lunges and sinks his teeth into her forearm.

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Gemma gasps, jerking her arm back. A red, crescent–shaped mark is already visible on her skin. The boy glares up at her, “I don’t need your help!”

Alright. Now I fully understand Gemma’s earlier assessment. Rude was an understatement.

My own patience evaporates. I step closer, looming over him, my voice dropping into a flat, authoritative tone. “If you don’t behave, I’ll take you straight to the police station and let the officers have a chat with you.”

The word ‘police‘ works like a switch. The defiance in his eyes flickers; although he doesn’t stop crying, he complies when I tell him to get up.

In the hospital waiting area, the boy slouches in a plastic chair. He’s intimidated by me, keeping his distance, but his glances. toward Gemma still carry that stubborn, lingering defiance.

I pull another chair over and sit facing him. “What’s your family’s phone number?”

He just pouts, turning his head away, shutting down.

Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.

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“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to call the police to help locate them. And if you’re uncooperative with them, I can’t control how they’ll handle it.”

It’s coercion, plain and simple. Under the pressure, his resistance crumbles. He mumbles a string of digits, not meeting my eyes.

I step away and dial. It rings several times before a woman’s voice answers, sharp and impatient. “Who is this?”

“Hello, this is Central Hospital. Your child has been injured outside. Please come over.”

The reaction is instant, but not in the way I expect. “Injured? How could he be injured? What did you do to him?”

The accusation is immediate, defensive.

“Ma’am, it’s difficult to explain over the phone. Please come to the hospital so we can discuss it in person.” I keep my tone professional, urgent.

There’s muffled conversation on the other end, cutting me off completely. I stare at the phone for a second. The boy, watching me, shrugs with a world–weary cynicism that looks all wrong on his young face. “Don’t wait for them. That’s how they are. Just hang up.”

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Skeptical but out of options, I end the call and turn my attention back to him, really looking this time. He’s not particularly handsome, but has a round, cherubic face that would be sweet if it weren’t for the permanent scowl.

His clothes are expensive, and he has a classic rich kid starter pack: all the material things, none of the attention.

“Are you sure your family will come?” I ask, my tone deliberately cool. “We don’t have all night to wait here.”

The question hits its mark. He looks down at his shiny shoes, his earlier bravado gone.

After a long pause, he mumbles, “They’ll come.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. “Whoever… they’ll send someone.”

It’s a pathetic shred of hope. I feel a grim understanding slowly settling in. I turn away from him, my focus returning to Gemma, who’s been quietly nursing her arm.

“Would you like to tend to that bite mark?”

Gemma’s POV

I watch the exchange from a few feet away, a strange detachment settling over me. Jace is kneeling in front of the

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boy, his voice a low, steady murmur I can’t quite hear.

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