The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 317

Simon added in a cold voice, "By the way, ma'am, I forgot to mention, I work in media. If you want to blow this up, we can take this online, security footage and all. Then we'll see who really needs to apologize."

He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. "I have millions of followers. Do you want to make your son famous tonight?"

The woman glanced at the follower count and didn't dare say another word. She sullenly picked up her still-wailing son and sat back down.

It wasn't until they were out of the preschool that Clara realized her palms were slick with cold sweat.

Felix knew he'd caused trouble, so he didn't ask to be carried. His short legs moved quickly to keep up, and only when they were in the car did he quietly reach out to hook her pinky finger with his.

"Mommy, don't be mad."

His soft, pleading voice shattered the brave front Clara had been maintaining.

Simon glanced at them in the rearview mirror several times but knew better than to crack a joke.

Everyone knew that Clara's greatest fear was Felix being called a bastard or an orphan.

But reality was cruel. No matter how hard they all tried to give Felix the best life, they couldn't stop the hateful words of others.

Felix had fought not just because his toy was stolen, but because he was defending her and their family.

"Mommy's not mad."

She bent down to check his knee. It was a nasty scrape, bleeding through his pants, and the area around it was already turning purple.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Felix shook his head, looking up at her. "It doesn't hurt, Mommy. I'm a big boy."

"No more fighting next time." Clara's eyes stung. She wiped the dirt from the back of his hand with a wet wipe, her voice cracking despite herself. "Do you hear me?"

Felix pressed his lips together and whispered, "But he said bad things about you."

Clara's heart clenched, but she forced a stern expression. "That doesn't matter. If you win a fight, you get in trouble. If you lose, you end up in the hospital. Violence doesn't solve problems."

Felix lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He wanted to say that it did solve problems. He had punched the little fatty until his nose bled, and the boy hadn't dared to even look at him afterward.

Simon sighed. "Come on, the kid was just protecting you. That little punk's mouth is foul. Even I wanted to smack him."

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