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.

nurses' expressions hardened as

disapproval. "Baber wanted to ask you a question. How could you attempt to harm a

just a

continued, shaking his head, "but this? It is

she stared in disbelief at the unfolding scene.

she snapped, pointing a trembling

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

tiny frame, his sweet, cherubic voice-yet somehow, every word carried an edge, a sharpness that made him

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

woman picking on a

rippled through the small crowd

a child?

on my injured arm! You

he wiped his eyes. "So,

his voice growing softer, sadder. "Maybe you hurt yourself so you could blame me? I

Lisette's breath hitched.

I said!" she shouted, feeling the weight of the judging stares around

his voice trembling. "It's okay. You don't have to admit it. No one would believe