Chapter 2

“Little one, stop crying right now!”

The attendant, Mia, frowned and scolded.

I explained:

“He wasn’t crying just now. This woman came over and kicked my chair, which scared him—”

“Don’t make so many excuses!”

The young attendant impatiently cut me off.

“I’ve seen plenty of parents like you. Be mindful of others and don’t disturb anyone.”

Big tears rolled down Leo’s cheeks.

“I’m not a bad kid…”

He was timid and usually suffered in silence when wronged.

But the accusation of being a “bad kid” shattered him. He couldn’t stop his quiet sobs.

“You’re seriously disturbing other passengers. Please take your child to the connecting area between cars to calm him down.”

Mia said coldly.

The young woman smugly agreed.

“Hear that? Now scram!”

“Mommy, I’ve been very good, I spoke very quietly…” My son cried, trembling all over.

“Mommy knows Leo is the best boy.”

I hugged him tightly, my heart aching, and stood up to grab our bag, ready to take him away.

But then the young woman suddenly reached out and yanked Leo’s arm!

“I told you to scram, why are you dawdling?!”

Her long, pointed nail dug viciously into Leo’s delicate skin, instantly leaving a red, bruised mark.

“Mommy, it hurts so much!”

Leo cried out in pain.

I immediately slapped her hand away.

“What are you doing?! Let go of my son!”

My strength wasn't great, but the woman let out an exaggerated shriek.

“You dare to hit me?! Chad!”

From the front, a tall man with dyed blonde hair and a skull ring on his finger stood up. His face red with fury, he rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.

“You filthy bitch! How dare you touch my girlfriend!”

He swung his hand again, then grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the seat back.

I saw stars, my cheek cut by his ring, blood beginning to seep.

And in my arms, Leo had been snatched away by the woman!

She grabbed the child by the neck with one hand and dragged him forward, walking quickly.

“You don’t want to teach your kid, huh? No wonder his dad’s gone, leaving such a badly behaved kid! I’ll teach him for you!”

I tried to chase, but the punk held me back by my hair, dragging me back to the seat.

“What are you doing? Still trying to chase her and hit her?”

“Let go of me! She snatched my child!” My eyes were burning with urgency.

“She’s helping you teach your kid out of kindness, and you’re not grateful? You don’t know what’s good for you!”

The punk forcefully pressed down on my shoulders.

I struggled desperately, pleading with Mia:

“Are you just going to watch him hit me? Call the police! Someone’s stealing my child!”