All too late for his love

Chapter 297

Willow questioned if she had indeed heard that woman call her son a “cripple“.

Ever since Aaron had injured his leg, the last thing Willow wanted to hear was someone using that derogatory term to describe him.

She whipped her head around and fixed a cold stare on the young woman standing before her, clad in designer attire and adorned with sparkling jewels. The woman was Mandy Fisher.

Mandy’s appearance was passable, but her thin lips and prominent cheekbones lent her a sharp, unfriendly demeanor. She clearly wasn’t someone who made friends easily.

Next to her was a young boy, about four years old, named Harlan Selwood. His face bore a faint scratch

and was streaked with dried tears.

Pointing at Aaron, he sobbed, “Mom, it was him! The cripple! He hit me! See this scratch? He did it! Mom, it really hurt. You must do something about him!”

“Oh, my darling, don’t cry! It breaks my heart to see you upset!” Mandy exclaimed, gently cupping Harlan’s

face.

cripple learns his lesson! Let’s see if

you again!”

dare you fight me! My mom is

nose and taunted Aaron with a bold

Aaron’s injuries. The irony was palpable–the minor scratch on Harlan’s face was almost imperceptible, whereas Aaron had been seriously hurt. It was

you hear me? Apologize to my son right now!” Mandy demanded, pulling Harlan forward and looking down at Willow with a

ask again.

“Apologize?”

her grip on

joking? If anyone should be apologizing, it’s your son

you just

contorted with fury upon hearing Willow’s words.

up by this cripple! How dare you demand him to apologize to

cripple?”

is not what you called him! His leg will heal!” Willow retorted

your son owe

apologize to this cripple!” Harlan shouted

weird, and your mom is