Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 16 I Feel Sorry for Your Son

Chapter 16 I Feel Sorry for Your Son

After Roslin left, Lucinda could not help but feel a surge of indignation, her chest heaving up and down.

"What does she mean by this? Is she saying that I mistreat her?"

"Mom, please don't blame her. She's just feeling upset at the moment. Once she calms down, everything will be fine."

Lucinda gazed at her gentle and kind-hearted daughter as she found solace in her presence. However, she soon sensed the underlying sadness that Linda was desperately trying to hide. Lucinda was filled with empathy for her. "Don't worry, my dear. I'll provide you with some money. You can purchase whatever that brings you joy."

Contrarily, Roslin departed from the villa and promptly headed straight to the city center with the aid of her driver.

Standing amidst the towering skyscrapers, she gazed at the vast blue sky and beheld the colossal buildings. In the midst of it all, the people appeared incredibly diminutive, resembling tiny ants on the ground, insignificant in comparison.

How long had it been since she last laid eyes on the sunlight outside? A year? Two years? Perhaps even longer? The Smith family had shackled her and traded her away to that wicked and depraved old man, all in pursuit of enough benefits to expand the Smith Group.

With the money they gained through her, they arranged lavish properties for Linda and orchestrated a grand wedding. The entire family indulged in a world of opulence and extravagance.

Meanwhile, Roslin had been trapped in a living hell and was devoid of any glimmer of hope.

Basking in the sunlight, she squinted her eyes to feel the warm and tingling sensation as the sun's rays caressed her body. It let her felt so good.

Bang.

A young boy accidentally bumped into her, causing his ice cream to splatter all over her clothes. He then tumbled to the ground and started bursting into loud tears.

The boy's mother rushed over and swiftly lifted him. Noticing a scrape on his arm, she angrily glared at Roslin.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you pay attention to your surroundings? Are you blind? Look what you've done to my son. You've hurt him!"

Roslin lowered her head to observe the ice cream stains on her shirt. She then glanced at her son, who was responsible for the mishap, and the mother, who lacked discernment. A somewhat sinister smile played on her lips.

She bent down and picked up the remaining ice cream from the ground before approaching the boy's mother.

"What do you think you're doing?" The boy's mother glared at Roslin, attempting to intimidate her with her piercing gaze.

Without saying a word, Roslin took the remaining ice cream and smeared it onto the woman's white dress.

"Ah!" the boy's mother screamed in terror.

The piercing sound caught the attention of passersby, causing them to turn their heads and look in their direction. As they saw the ice cream-covered individuals and the crying child, they could easily

infer what had transpired.

"What's wrong with you? Not only did you knock down my child and hurt him, but you also dirtied my clothes. You have to compensate me for my expensive dress!" the boy's mother yelled hysterically.

Roslin gestured toward a surveillance camera a few meters away. "There's evidence right there. Are you absolutely certain that you're in the right?"

The boy's mother's eyes flickered, and she no longer dared say a word.

The onlookers seemed to grasp the situation and recognized it as a typical scenario of someone trying to shift blame through false accusations.

"I feel sorry for your child."

Leaving behind those words, Roslin turned and walked away.

The surrounding crowd started whispering and casting judgmental glances at the boy's mother. Overwhelmed with frustration and embarrassment, she resorted to slapping her crying child and swiftly left with him in her arms.

Not far from there, a group of smartly dressed elite individuals emerged from a shopping mall. The man at the forefront possessed a tall and slender physique, complemented by his strikingly handsome features. However, an aura of coldness and seriousness emanated from his countenance. His deep gaze swept across the nearby gathering crowd, and his sharp eyes caught a momentary glimpse of a familiar figure. Despite his desire to get a closer look, the person had already vanished.

"Mr. Cooper." Ted reminded.

Ben withdrew his gaze and got into the car.

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