Marry My Ex's Sworn Enemy

Chapter 188 Bad Luck?

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Seeing that Sonya was still in a daze, Brian directly left his bicycle and rushed over, pulling her to the side. The next second, the flowerpot fell to the ground with a loud bang and shattered into pieces.

Brian breathed heavily. He first glanced at Sonya and then ran towards the building.

Meanwhile, Sonya finally snapped back to reality and immediately

followed

Brian.

It was an old residential building with no elevator. The two of them ran up to the fifth floor and saw a seven or eight–year–old boy about to push another hanging flowerpot down.

Brian hurriedly ran up, but it was too late to stop it as the boy had already pushed the flowerpot down.

Hearing a loud bang downstairs, Sonya felt that her heart was also jumping violently. She hurriedly leaned on the railing and looked down. Seeing that the flowerpot didn’t hit anyone, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Brian also breathed a sigh of relief and then shouted at the boy, “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

But the boy had a nonchalant expression on his face and even made a grimace at Brian.

Seeing the boy about to run away, Brian immediately grabbed him.

“Where is your home? Are your parents at home?” Brian asked with anger.

The boy wanted to escape. But when he saw Brian’s angry face, he immediately burst into tears.

As soon as the boy cried, the door of the neighboring apartment opened, and a middle–aged man poked his head out. Seeing that it was his own child crying, he immediately stepped out.

“What are you doing? Let go of my son!” he shouted at Brian.

The boy cried loudly and complained to his father, “He hit me! It hurts SO much!”

Upon hearing the boy’s words, the middle–aged man became furious and started rolling up his sleeves.

“You’re an adult, yet you hit a child! Have you no shame?”

Brian furrowed his brows and said to that man, “Firstly, I didn’t hit your son. Secondly, aren’t you going to ask what your son did?”

“You didn’t hit him? But my son is crying

crying in pain!” the man said unreasonably.

“You can check on your son to see if he has any injuries!”

“So you actually wanted to hurt my son? That’s outrageous!”

man was being unreasonable. He was protecting his son, right

the flowerpot

look down. He just snorted and said, “How do you know it was my son who

with

lesson today!” the man said, and he even

the boy. But he didn’t want to fight with the man, so he could only step back

thought about how to deal with this kind of unreasonable person. She had learned a few tricks from

“Prof. Wesley, maybe we really wronged this

eyes in disbelief. “You also

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see it. I’m just thinking that this flowerpot is quite heavy,

the man nodded in agreement. “You’re a sensible person. I’ll forgive you this

at the man and asked, “But if it wasn’t this

The man cleared his throat.

down from here and hits someone, it could actually kill someone. If

“What?”

I think we should call the police.”

it’s necessary,” the man said hesitantly.

“Prof. Wesley,

you think?”

him and

Sonya gave him a glance and

should be an adult. This matter is indeed serious. I’ll call the police right away,” said Brian as he took out his

need to call the police,” the man

it wasn’t your child who did it, then it’s none of your business. By the way, how many households are there on this floor? I notice that the other doors are locked. It looks like no one

suddenly didn’t know how

your son, then it must be you.”

to be afraid and

there any grudges between us? Why did you want to

do it!” the man exclaimed,

that flowerpot

son over, giving him a slap and scolding, “You little brat! Why did you play with the flowerpots there? You almost hurt someone!”

the naughty boy again, causing the boy to cry

Sonya, promising to properly discipline his son and never let him play with those

from upstairs, Brian gave Sonya a

didn’t expect you to be

that when dealing with unreasonable people, you have to be even

who taught you must be even more cunning

was appropriate to describe Henry with that word. But after careful consideration, she found no word was suitable to describe him. So, she replied, “Him? Well,