Chapter 247 Wincing in pain, Lisette turned on Baber angrily, spat through gritted teeth, "You little brat!"

Baber, however, was unfazed. He pressed firmly on her injured arm, his childish voice carrying an unexpectedly authoritative tone. "That's what you get for hurting Callie! Go on. Try it again! I dare you!"

"Let go of me, you little monster!" Lisette cried out, sweat beading on her forehead as the pain intensified. She gasped sharply, tears and snot mixing as she struggled to break free. But with one of the bodyguards restraining her other arm, she was completely trapped.

By then, the commotion had drawn the nurses' attention, who hurried over.

Baber glanced at his bodyguard, a silent command passing between them.

Catching on immediately, the bodyguard released Lisette's wrist. Her grip on the glass tumbler loosened involuntarily, and the cup slipped from her grasp.

Baber darted out of the way just in time. The glass hit the metal bed railing with a sharp crack, shattering into dozens of pieces.

Without missing a beat, Baber let out a loud, gut-wrenching wail and crouched down, clutching his tiny hands to his chest.

"Waah! I just wanted to ask why you kidnapped me, and you, you tried to kill me!" He sobbed dramatically, his little body shaking.

The timing was impeccable. As the nurses rushed in, they saw a little, helpless child curled up on the floor, weeping uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Lisette was left panting, her face streaked with tears. But unlike Baber, she still had shards of broken glass clutched in her trembling fingers.

expressions hardened as

said, voice laced with disapproval. "Baber wanted to ask you a question. How could you attempt to

bodyguard, ever the loyal accomplice, stepped in with a look of righteous indignation. "He's just a kid. He

his head,

disbelief at the unfolding scene. These two—this

trembling finger

blinked up at her with wide, tear-filled eyes. "Me? A helpless kid? You think I could hurt you?" His lower lip trembled. "Wow, I must be strong then. Tell

cherubic voice-yet somehow, every word carried an edge, a sharpness that made him all the more

chest, looking at him with pure sympathy. "Oh, sweetheart, how could anyone

whispered. "Grown woman picking on a kid.

through the small

bullying a child?

seething. "You, you deliberately pressed on my injured arm! You

little nose scrunching up as he wiped his eyes. "So, you're saying I, a tiny, defenseless boy, intentionally hurt you? Or

could blame me? I know you want to bully me because I have no

Lisette's breath hitched.

shouted, feeling the weight of

You don't have to admit it. No one

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