The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 125

Meanwhile, Marvin found himself sprawled out on the ground, thanks to a hefty shove from Rachel.

"What the heck are you doing?!"

Marvin had landed on his backside, the little bottle of spray he was holding skittering away across the floor.

Rachel glared down at him, her brows knitted tightly. "This is not the place for your antics, Marvin!"

Sitting there, Marvin glanced at his arm, which was now sporting a nasty scrape. He scrunched up his small nose in defiance. "I'm trying to help."

Rachel wasn't having it. "Oh, really? You're always picking on Keen at preschool, and now when he's having an episode, you come and cause more trouble? Do you actually want something to happen to him?"

Her tone was stern, and Marvin couldn't help but feel the weight of her words. "I didn't mean to hurt Keen," he murmured.

quietly observing, now fixed Marvin with a piercing stare. "Then what exactly were

whisper. "I was

arms, skepticism written all over

not a lie! I was doing what

razor-sharp. "You're ignoring a licensed physician for her amateur opinion?

Keen's mom," Marvin insisted, "She knows him better than

of disbelief and something else—a hint of fear, perhaps. "If anything happens to Keen, I won't

then, a ripple of surprise swept

Keen seems

see for himself. Sure enough, Keen, who had been flushed and struggling to breathe, seemed calmer now. Although his face was still speckled with a few red splotches,

up the spray bottle from the floor, examining it. It definitely wasn't something you'd find at your local pharmacy. The air was tinged with

finally allowed herself to breathe, her body sagging with relief. She

pass judgment, now exchanged uncertain glances. The hands that had been holding Stella just moments ago released their