The police took notes and turned to ask Ivy Linden, "Did you hit the person?" "I hit the adult, not the child. I didn’t lay a finger on him. On the contrary, the child hit my daughter first and kicked and punched me. He fell because he was hitting and lost his balance, slipping over." "You’re full of crap; I saw you hit my son. Don’t think you can deny it." "I didn’t; the police can check the store’s surveillance." The policeman looked at the woman. "The surveillance is broken. If it weren’t broken, I’d hand it over to the police right now and have you and your daughter arrested." The woman was defiant. Seeing the woman wasn’t letting go without money, Ivy Linden clenched her fingers tightly and looked around left, right, and behind her. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 The road was straight through, without even a traffic light, let alone surveillance. The stores opposite didn’t have cameras installed outside either. If she couldn’t find evidence in her favor, she feared... In the past, Ivy might have thrown ten thousand bucks at the woman’s face, blaming her bad luck and paying, just to teach the woman a lesson. But now... she didn’t have that much money. After paying rent, she had to save even on food. Ivy was planning to find a job here to support herself and Nicole. The police checked the woman’s store surveillance; it was indeed broken. They looked at Ivy Linden and said, "The kid’s head injury is quite serious. You should first take them to the hospital!" The police noticed Ivy’s expression wasn’t good and explained, "You admitted to hitting an adult. As for the child, right now, you also don’t have evidence to prove you didn’t hit him." Ivy found it ridiculous. No evidence proving it means she did it? Ivy said, "She doesn’t have evidence either, proving that I did it. Why should I take her child to the doctor? And, her son hit me and my daughter. Why don’t you ask her to take us to see a doctor?" The young policeman was stumped by Ivy’s question. An older policeman said, "Because you admitted you hit someone, and she didn’t." Because of that? So, punish the person who tells the truth? Ivy is a woman who despises lying; she owns up to what she did and denies what she didn’t. At this moment, a girl suddenly said, "I saw it... She hit the KFC owner’s wife and also hit the owner’s son." Ivy was furious, staring at the girl, "I have no grudge against you. Why are you lying in front of the police?" The girl looked innocent, "I’m not lying! I saw it clearly when you hit them. I was standing outside watching your bad deeds." "You’re lying." Nicole shouted at the girl, "You have hostility towards my mommy." Nicole also said to the police, "Officer, Nicole knows you are good people. Please, don’t wrong my mommy, please." The police saw Nicole’s pitiful expression and couldn’t help but feel sympathy, but they are law enforcers and cannot be swayed by emotions. The older policeman smiled, reached out, and patted Nicole on the head, "Little girl, don’t cry. Crying is not pretty or adorable." Nicole’s tears fell even more fiercely, "I don’t want to be pretty or adorable. I just plead with you not to wrong mommy. Mommy is already pitiful enough. Why does everyone want to bully her? Nicole hates everyone who bullies mommy; you are all bad people, waa..." The older policeman meant well but didn’t expect Nicole’s reaction to be so intense. He looked at Ivy, apologetically, "We don’t understand your circumstances, but as it stands, you have to take them to the hospital. If you want to contest this, you can appeal afterward." Ivy’s heart ached, holding Nicole, gently patting her back, "Nicole, don’t cry. Don’t cry. Mommy hasn’t been bullied..." Hearing the policeman’s words, her heart chilled. After spending the money she had left on this horrid pair’s medical fees, how would she afford an appeal? Furthermore, with no surveillance, there’s no evidence. Even if she appeals, she probably wouldn’t win the case. So, she had to swallow this bitter pill. Seeing the woman’s smug expression, Ivy smiled coldly, "Using underhanded means to get medical fees, do you feel proud? Ha... I’ve just lost money; what you’re losing is morality and your son’s future." Such a mother would push her own son into an abyss. The woman sarcastically said, "You should worry about yourself and your daughter. Don’t forget what I said earlier. In the future, your daughter is absolutely cut out for... a brothel." Infuriated by Ivy, the woman had to retaliate. Calling the girl names in front of the police, did this poor woman dare hit her? But the woman did not expect. Fury brewing in her eyes, Ivy took advantage of the police and woman’s lack of attention, slipping off her shoe and hitting the woman on the head. Everyone was shocked. The woman was stunned, watching the blood trickle down her forehead, terrified. "Mom, mom, there’s so much blood on your face." The chubby boy was also frightened, hiding in his father’s embrace. "I told you, you can insult me, but you cannot insult my daughter. Next time you dare to say another word to insult my daughter, it won’t be just a head wound." Ivy coldly looked at the flustered woman, holding Nicole without letting her turn around. The woman regained her senses and pointed at Ivy, "She just said one thing about your daughter? How can you injure someone so severely? You have violent tendencies, huh?" Ivy’s gaze swept over; the girl jumped in fright, probably scared Ivy might throw her shoe at her too, so she kept her mouth shut. "Hitting someone is wrong." The older policeman grabbed Ivy, "You’ve broken the law." Ivy dealt with the police, gently asked Nicole, "Nicole, how about mommy takes you to sleep somewhere else tonight?" Nicole nodded while crying, her tear-filled gaze locking onto the older policeman, her young eyes filled with hatred as if he were the bad guy. The older policeman sighed internally, don’t blame the police officer, your mommy was too impulsive. Just as Ivy was about to be taken away. A man’s angry voice suddenly echoed. The police and everyone turned to see a man dressed fashionably, tall and handsome, walking toward them with an angry expression. Ivy was somewhat surprised. Why was he here? "I told you to let her go. Can’t you hear me? Hmm?" Howard Yeats pushed through the onlookers to Ivy’s side, coldly staring at the older policeman. For some reason, upon seeing Howard Yeats, the older policeman’s fingers began to tremble.