Chapter 1606

"Not a chance!" Seeing that the boy showed no signs of remorse, Lincoln tightened his grip. "Are you going to apologize or not?" "Okay, okay! I'll apologize! I'm sorry! I was wrong!" "Will you do it again next time?" "I won't, I promise!" the boy whimpered. "A real man shouldn't cry like a baby! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Noticing the boy on the verge of tears, Lincoln finally stepped back and let him go. Freed from restraint, the boy struggled to his feet, hastily wiping away his tears. Cradling his right arm, he sniffed and glared at Lincoln. "If you're so tough, why don't you tell me your name?" "I'm Lincoln Terzian," he said confidently. "You can come find me anytime for revenge." "Fine! Just you wait—I'll definitely beat you!" the boy shot back, glaring fiercely. Lincoln scoffed and walked over to Ivy and Sienna. "Did you get hurt?" Ivy shook her head. "No, I'm fine." Just then, a well-dressed woman rushed over, panic written across her face. "Gosh! Who's been bullying my boy?" She rushed to the boy's side, her fury igniting at the sight of his disheveled clothes and injured arm. "Who did this? Which wild kid laid a hand on him? If he can dish it out, he shouldn't hide like a coward!" "I did it," Lincoln declared boldly, stepping forward without hesitation. He wasn't about to back down; protecting Ivy was a heroic act, and he felt no shame in standing up for what was right. "So it's you, huh?" the woman shouted, storming over and poking her finger at Lincoln's nose. "You little bully! How could you be so brutal at your age? If my son ends up disabled because of you, you'll regret messing with us!" Just then, Helen and Abigail returned. Seeing Lincoln being scolded, Helen quickly moved to shield him. "Ma'am, let's talk this over calmly. There's no need to frighten the kids." "He broke my son's arm, and you're still calling him a kid?" the woman spat angrily. "You must be the parent of this little troublemaker. Tell me, how do you plan to make this right?" Helen sighed, casting a tired glance at the woman. She knelt beside Lincoln and asked gently, "Lincoln, is what this lady saying true?" "Not at all!" Sienna quickly rushed over, wrapping her arms around Lincoln protectively. "That mean guy pushed Ivy down! Linc was just defending her!" Recognizing her children's character, Helen nodded in understanding. She gave them a reassuring look, conveying that they didn't need to worry. Standing tall, she confronted the woman. "You heard it; it was your child who started it first. We're willing to cover the medical expenses, but that doesn't mean my son is at fault." "Are you suggesting it's our fault my child nearly lost his arm? Do you even understand that he's set to inherit the family business? If he's left disabled, how will he ever take charge in the future?" the woman shot back, her reasoning perplexing. "Oh, so your family's got a throne to inherit, huh?" Abigail sneered, stepping forward. "Guess that's why he's already throwing punches at girls. Just think about what he'll be like when he grows up—a full-fledged abuser wreaking havoc on society! "If you can't teach him some respect now, don't be shocked when someone else does. Be grateful for the heads-up; if your 'prince' ends up a criminal, you'll be the one crying in regret!" "You—" the woman spluttered, her chest rising and falling with fury as she pointed a finger at Abigail. "Who exactly are you cursing?" "Anyone who speaks up is fair game," Abigail replied nonchalantly, shaking her head. "You… you little…" The woman's face flushed with rage, leaving her momentarily speechless. She glared at them, her eyes burning with indignation.