A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

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.

as they turned toward

one of them said, voice laced with disapproval. "Baber wanted to ask you

stepped in with a look of righteous indignation. "He's just a kid. He was scared and confused! He wanted answers! And

cold-hearted," he continued, shaking his head, "but this? It is downright

she stared in disbelief at the unfolding scene. These two—this

pointing a trembling finger at Baber. "He's the one hurting

you?" His lower lip trembled. "Wow, I must

frame, his sweet, cherubic voice-yet somehow, every word carried

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

woman picking on a kid.

rippled through the small crowd gathering

child? Have

on my injured arm! You knew what you were

"So, you're saying

yourself so you could blame me? I know you want to bully

Lisette's breath hitched.

she shouted, feeling the weight of the judging stares

You don't have to admit