Chapter 97

Elysia quickly asked Emmett, “Emmett, are you hurt?”

Emmett clung to Elysia’s neck, crying softly, “I’m scared…”

Unlike his brothers Elliot and Evan, Emmett was naturally timid, gentle in spirit, and particrly prone

to tears.

“It’s okay, baby, no need to be scared. Blossom and I have chased the bad guys away. Does your bum

still hurt?”

“It hurts…”

“Let me rub it for you.”

Blossom tried to distract him, “Emmett, there’s a milkshake stand over there. Want me to take you to

get one?”

The little guy blinked, clearly tempted.

“Come on, I will take you.” Blossom reached out, wanting to scoop Emmett into her arms, but the little

guy clung to Elysia’s neck and wouldn’t let go.

Although he knew Blossom was safe, their time together had been short, and he relied on Elysia more.

Especially having just been upset, he didn’t want to leave Elysia’s side.

Blossom, a bit helpless, asked, “How about you stay here with your mom and I’ll go get you one,

okay?”

Emmett snuggled into Elysia’s embrace and gave a little nod between sobs.

Seeing that Elliot and Evan were also sulking, Blossom took one child by each hand and led them off to

get milkshakes.

Elysia sat with Emmett in the seating area, soothing him tenderly. She had just calmed Emmett down

when that high–society women suddenly came charging back.

And she wasn’t alone; several haughty–looking women followed her, each dressed in designerbels,

toting fancy handbags, and teetering on stiletto heels.

Seeing their aggressive approach, Elysia held Emmett close and red at them.

The women drew near, looking down their noses at Elysia and Emmett with disdain,

“Is it them?”

Emmett, frightened, began to tremble but then jumped out from Elysia’s arms, spread his arms wide,

and stood in front of her. “Don’t bully my mommy!”

The women watched Emmett with their arms crossed, unable to hide their amazement.

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Emmett had an extremely good look, even by Hollywood standards. He and his brothers were different

in appearance and aura. While all were cute, Elliot and Evan looked more rugged, whereas Emmett

was softer. If they were characters from a ssic movie, Emmett would be the heartthrob, a face so

handsome that even women would be

impressed.

The womeit stared at Emmett for a while before one snapped, “Out of the way, you little brat! Mind I

don’t p you with my flip–flop.”

Emmett’s breathing quickened with fear, but he didn’t move. He might be scared, but he wanted to

protect Elysia. She was his favorite person, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to bully her.

Touched, Elysia stood up, shielding Emmett behind her, and fixed her gaze on the aristocratic woman,

“What do you want?”

“What do I want? I want you to learn what happens when you cross me.”

Beside her stood a young woman in her early twenties, bearing a resemnce to her, who asked, “Sis,

is this the mother and son who bullied you and Quill?”

The high–societydy used, “Yes, them! My son Quill was ying on his electric bike when her son

just pushed him off. The bruise on Quill’s knee is their doing. And after pushing Quill, they didn’t even

apologize–typical uncouth behavior, no manners!”

The young woman named Oriana had a venomous gaze despite her angelic looks. She red at

Elysia, pulled out her phone, and dialed, her voice sickly sweet, “Keaton,e to Wansh Mall, quick.

My sister and I are being bullied, boo hoo.”

As soon as she hung up, she turned to Elysia with a triumphant look. “You’re done for.”

Elysia realized she was dealing with a maniptor.