Chapter 157
The word "cripple" stabbed into Susan Thompson's heart like a knife.
She whirled around, icy gaze locking onto the bejeweled woman before her. The woman's garishly painted red nails clutched the hand of a sneering little boy.
"Mommy! He hit me!" The boy pointed at Daniel, wailing dramatically as sunlight glinted off the barely visible scratch on his face. "This cripple hurt me so bad!"
The woman immediately cradled her son's face. "Don't cry, baby. Mommy will teach this ill-bred cripple a lesson!"
Daniel clenched Susan's sleeve, his small face tight with tension.
Susan's chest burned with fury as she saw the vivid bruises on her son's arm. Her lips curled into a cold smile. "Your son should be the one apologizing."
"What did you say?" The woman shrieked, her nails nearly scratching Susan's face. "Look at my son's injury! Shameless woman, raising a fatherless cripple like this!"
Daniel suddenly broke free from Susan's grip, limping forward. "Don't talk about my mommy like that!"
"Stupid cripple!" The boy stuck out his tongue. "You walk like a duck! Your mommy's a homewrecker, that's why your daddy left you!"
Susan's pupils constricted. Such venomous words couldn't possibly come from a four-year-old's mind.
The woman lifted her chin triumphantly. "Do you know who my husband is? Steven Cruz! Director of King's Glory! Apologize now or you'll never survive in Seacity!"
As she spoke, a sharply dressed man approached. Steven froze momentarily upon seeing Susan, then straightened under his wife's murderous glare. "Ms. Thompson, have your son apologize and we'll let this go."
Before Susan could respond, a black Rolls-Royce glided to a silent stop at the crowd's periphery.
The door opened, revealing Alexander Grant's tall frame. His icy gaze swept over Steven. "Director Cruz wields impressive authority."
Steven's face turned deathly pale.
Meanwhile, Andrew Lucas stood frozen nearby, his knuckles whitening around the car door handle. His stormy eyes burned into Alexander's hand resting on Susan's shoulder.