Katelyn glanced down at the person who had collided with her. It was a little boy, no more than three or four years old.

The chubby child picked himself up and immediately began scolding Katelyn. “Are you blind? You just bumped into me!”

At first, Katelyn had intended to soothe the child, but his accusation made her pause. They had merely been passing by the shelf when the boy suddenly appeared and crashed into her, and now he was blaming her.

Katelyn gave the boy a cold look. “You need to be fair. You’re the one who ran into me.”

The boy’s reaction was immediate and dramatic. He burst into tears, wailing, “I don’t care! You hurt me, and you must apologize, or my mom will get you!”

His irrational behavior caused Katelyn to furrow her brow slightly. While she generally liked children, she had little patience for such spoiled stunts, and it seemed clear to her that the boy was overindulged at home.

Vincent, who had been observing from just behind Katelyn, stepped forward. He fixed a stern gaze on the child. “You’re the one who should apologize.”

Vincent’s formidable presence made the boy tremble with fear. He clenched his lips, too scared to speak.

Katelyn gently tugged on Vincent’s sleeve. After all, he was just a child. There was no need to intimidate him so severely. Official source is FindN0vel.net

Upon sensing Katelyn’s concern, Vincent’s expression softened slightly.

At that moment, a woman rushed over, grabbing the boy and pulling him to her side. She shot an angry glare at them and said, “How dare you bully a child like this?”

A chill flickered in Katelyn’s eyes. It was clear now why the boy acted the way he did. He had clearly learned this behavior from his mother.

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Katelyn addressed the woman calmly, saying, “Your child ran into me.”

“You’re lying! You must have bumped into my boy. He’s so young and frail. If anything had happened to him, I would never forgive you!”

Katelyn was taken aback, observing the boy, who was noticeably heavier than his peers and resembled a small tank. Was this really a case of maternal bias?

The boy looked more robust than she was. Was he really as frail as his mother described?

Katelyn had neither the patience nor the desire to engage with such individuals. She responded coolly, “Your child ran around and bumped into me. If you continue this argument, I’ll be forced to call the police.”

Unfazed, the woman rolled up her sleeves and retorted sharply, “Do you think I’m scared of the police?” Her loud protest had already drawn the attention of other shoppers in the supermarket.

Then, dramatically, she sat down on the floor, turning the scene into a spectacle. “Look, everyone! This woman bumped into my son and won’t apologize. She even claimed he deserved it and now threatens to call the police on me. Is there no justice left in this world?”

Katelyn felt utterly helpless in the face of the woman’s loud complaints. Why was her luck so bad? She just wanted to shop for groceries, yet she kept running into such irrational behavior. The woman’s dramatics reminded Katelyn of Marlon’s mother. Did all troublemakers resort to the same tactics?

Narrowing her eyes, Katelyn issued a stern warning, “Proceed as you wish. Once the police get involved, you’ll have plenty of time to cry at the station.”

She even pointed to the surveillance camera in the upper right corner of the area as she spoke. “The camera has likely recorded everything that just transpired.”

The mention of surveillance caused the woman to flinch, but she tried to remain defiant. “You can’t intimidate me with that. You hit my child. Just apologize and pay me ten thousand dollars, and this can all go away.”

Vincent’s expression darkened as he responded with a sharp, sarcastic retort, “You’re blackmailing us. Furthermore, your blatant disruption and distortion of the facts could land you in prison for more than three years.”

Vincent’s words were even more chilling than Katelyn’s. The woman’s face drained of color as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her hands trembling, she quickly grabbed her child and fled.

Katelyn sighed helplessly. When would she stop encountering such troublesome people and situations?

At that moment, a voice rang out from the crowd. “They’re Katelyn and Vincent!”

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