Ivy Linden saw Nicole being bullied, quickly stood up, pulled the fat boy aside, and protected Nicole in her embrace. This fat boy is really uncultured. I don’t know how his family teaches their children? They speak so rudely. The fat boy was tugged and felt extremely annoyed, looking left and right, he spotted the dirty chicken leg on the ground, immediately picked it up and angrily threw it at Ivy Linden. It hit Ivy Linden’s head, instantly causing pain. Though a chicken leg isn’t hard, it still hurts when thrown at someone’s head with force. "Go eat shit!" the fat boy cursed again, "You’re not welcome here, two paupers, go eat shit." The woman hiding behind the cash register pillar covered her mouth, afraid she’d burst into laughter. Boys are indeed useful, even cursing carries momentum. A pauper with a girl, hurry up and leave! Don’t shame yourself here. Ivy Linden frowned hard, feeling an urge to hit this fat boy. But she held back, didn’t physically confront a child. She looked at the cash register, there was no one there. The woman had hidden well, she could see Ivy Linden, but Ivy Linden couldn’t see her. "Where are the staff? Come out," Ivy Linden had no choice but to shout, "Where have they gone? Letting a child out to hit people, what kind of behavior is this? Don’t want to do any business anymore?" The woman sneered, adults coming with a girl only ordered a chicken leg, a small portion of fries, total fifteen yuan, such stingy parents with no money, she rarely saw. Besides, these paupers are outsiders, no future business from them. Ivy Linden shouted several times, but no one came out. The fat boy posed in a fighting stance, fiercely told Ivy Linden: "Pauper, you don’t deserve to call my parents, get lost..." After speaking, he roared, ran over and started punching and kicking Ivy Linden. Ivy Linden quickly hugged Nicole, afraid the fat boy would hurt her precious daughter. Pain shot through Ivy Linden’s lower back and calf, her face turned ugly, realizing that this treacherous store intentionally sold her spoiled food, then let this fat boy chase them away. "Pauper, get lost, pauper, go die." The fat boy hit harder and harder, in school he never lost a fight. His parents were called by the teacher, but it was useless, the woman’s remark was, "He’s still a kid, just playing with the little friends, adults shouldn’t interfere in children’s matters," and with that brushed it off. The teacher couldn’t handle the fat boy, hence molding his unrestrained behavior today, daring to physically assault Ivy Linden. "Don’t you insult my mommy, don’t you hit my mommy." Nicole seeing Ivy Linden being hit, her clear eyes filled with tears, shouted in her innocent voice. "I will hit, not only hit her but hit you too." The fat boy performed a spinning kick aimed at Nicole. Seeing the kick aimed at Nicole’s abdomen, Ivy Linden was terrified, without thinking, she flicked her hand, causing the fat boy to slip and fall heavily, his back of the head intimately contacting the floor tiles. "Thud," came the sound. The woman hiding behind listened in shock, then her son’s wailing cry was heard. The woman ran out, held the crying fat boy, and started checking his wounds, seeing a lump on the back of his head, her heart ached as she angrily pointed at Ivy Linden. "You vicious woman, you hit my son?" Ivy Linden was momentarily stunned, she didn’t expect the fat boy to fall. However, she didn’t sympathize with the fat boy at all. Upon hearing the woman’s accusations, Ivy Linden almost laughed: "I didn’t hit your son, instead your son threw things at my daughter, then at me, and even punched and kicked me. You must’ve seen it, right?" "I was busy in the kitchen, didn’t know what happened? I came out and saw you hitting my son, don’t try to shirk responsibility, my son’s head is swollen, you must compensate, pay for the medical expenses, mental damages." The woman’s eyes flashed as she resolutely said. Ivy Linden mentally scoffed, this woman was lying. How dare she ask for medical fees? Mental damages? "Check the surveillance! See what your son did." "The surveillance broke long ago, don’t try to deny, if you don’t pay me, don’t think about leaving my store." Surveillance broke? Or afraid to check it? Ivy Linden didn’t bother arguing, firmly stated: "I won’t pay you a penny, there’s a saying that self-inflicted harm cannot survive, you don’t control your son, let him act recklessly, he’ll get into trouble sooner or later, today’s just a small lesson, continue ? Bigger troubles will follow." This isn’t an alarmist remark, with the fat boy’s bandit nature? Who knows what blunders he’ll cause in the future. "Nonsense, my child won’t have trouble, if any trouble comes it’s your child, looking like a little seductress at such a young age, who knows how many men will sleep with her..." A loud slap greeted the woman. Ivy Linden’s hand trembled, her eyes red, others could humiliate her, but absolutely can’t use such filthy language to insult Nicole. She couldn’t stand it, nor accept it. The woman looked at Ivy Linden in disbelief, slowly regaining her senses then burst into loud sobs: "You hit me... husband, she hit me..." The man felt helpless, thought for a moment, and told Ivy Linden: "This time you were the first to hit, apologize to my wife." The woman was extremely frustrated, her husband was really foolish, asking for apologies? She wanted money! Ivy Linden grasped the man’s slip "this time you were the first to hit," implying they had seen everything earlier hence used "this time." "Whoever hits first must apologize? You’re right, let your son first apologize to me and my daughter! Can you do that?" "This... Kenny..." Follow current novels on 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 The man didn’t think much, falling into Ivy Linden’s trap, and immediately called his son. The woman was shrewd, she immediately fiercely pinched the man’s arm and cried out: "Jarvis, you’re bewitched? She hit our son and me." She was really about to be annoyed to death by this foolish man. "This... this..." The man wasn’t good at lying, stammered. Ivy Linden sneered coldly, making the man panicked. Nicole tugged at Ivy Linden’s sleeve, her voice soft, she was afraid the woman and man, along with the child, were ganging up to bully mommy. Ivy Linden didn’t want to tangle further with the woman, nodded, and turned to leave with Nicole. They hadn’t gone far. She was grabbed by the woman. "Hit someone and just want to leave? No way." The woman raised her voice and shouted to the outside: "Everyone come and see! This outsider hit my son and me."