Chapter 537

“Let me go! I need to find my mom! My mom!” The young Atticus, though small, was surprisingly strong, throwing punches and kicks at the bodyguard with all his might, squirmed like an eel.

The bodyguard couldn’t harm him. So, his grip wasn’t too tight, allowing Atticus to twist out of his grasp and bolt.

With reflexes honed from years of training, the bodyguard lunged forward, snagging the back of Atticus’ shirt, and hauled him back.

Despite his spirited struggle, Atticus was still just a child, who was no match for the strength of a grown man, much less a trained bodyguard.

His efforts were fruitless.

The four children were brought back to Lysander’s side.

No sooner had the bodyguard loosened his grip than Atticus spun on his heel to make another break for it.

But Lysander’s large hand shot out, gripping his arm. Atticus whirled around, sinking his teeth into Lysander’s hand.

He bit down hard. His whole body strained with the effort.

His brows furrowed in a stern

between father and son was tense. One was refusing to let go, the

stunned silence, as

they supposed to

culprit was someone they

look, caught between a rock and a

just as helpless. He had no idea how to handle that situation.

handle kids. He was at a loss, particularly given the high status of those children. They had to be treated with the same deference as Lysander, and couldn’t

at a loss as to how he could help Lysander

was thrown into chaos with the arrival of four little whirlwinds.

with all

he too, stubbornly refused to release

A minute passed.

mouth, prompting a flicker of fear. He released his bite, his wide, innocent eyes fixed on Lysander. There was a hint of trepidation in his gaze.

at his bloodied hand.

Thalassa, they both had a penchant for biting.

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