The woman cursed angrily: “My child is only five years old, he doesn’t understand anything, what is he afraid of! Ethan Brooks is just the son of a bitch whose mother died early, a heartless brat with no upbringing, vicious to the core.” Now she didn’t mention a word about the bicycle hitting her.

William Carter was so angry he laughed, graceful and poised: “Auntie, I’m fifteen now, not an adult yet, I also don’t understand anything—what am I afraid of?”

He stepped forward, his pitch-black eyes revealing a bone-chilling coldness: “I’m not even afraid of killing someone.”

At that moment, the woman was completely silenced, those venomous words swallowed back down, pulling her child’s hand, retreating a step, “Maniac, maniac…”

William Carter chuckled.

Sitting on the ground, Ethan Brooks lifted his head, gazing at William Carter’s handsome profile in the height of July summer, deep in thought. He hadn’t even had time to pretend to be the frightened and sad fifteen-year-old version of himself; under his messy black hair, his eyes were cold and deep, like a gorgeous yet icy gem.

Expressionless, Ethan Brooks reached out and touched the blood on his own forehead, suddenly feeling it all meaningless.

To make that family suffer a fate worse than death, he had to endure these injuries.

…What a loss.

Not long after, a stylishly dressed man and woman walked out from the mall across the street. The man had a big belly, the woman looked mean. She was cursing the damned weather in Jingcheng as she clicked along in high heels, but as soon as she reached the car, her face changed dramatically. Seeing the spiderweb cracks on the window of the car they’d spent tens of millions on, she screamed.

On this side of the street, the woman had already been intimidated by William Carter and didn’t dare curse loudly anymore, only muttering under her breath. She wasn’t afraid at all; she had the nerve to let her son shoot marbles at Ethan Brooks while he was riding his bike, because she was confident. Her son was only five, so young, what was there to fear.

William Carter went over to help Ethan Brooks up: “Are you okay?”

Ethan Brooks lowered his eyes, staring at his hand for a long time, hiding the deep thought and suspicion in his gaze, and said weakly, “Thank you.”

William Carter truly felt sorry for the protagonist, sighing: “This time you really have to go to the hospital, right?” Ethan Brooks’s injury looked truly gruesome, his forehead bruised and bleeding nonstop.

William Carter leaned down, carrying a faint fragrance.

Actually, this injury was nothing to Ethan Brooks. When he was young, he’d risked his life for a bit of money, wielding a knife for street thugs, getting hurt and bleeding was routine. Later, after becoming Young Master Xie of City A, he’d encountered even worse things—he’d been kidnapped, assassinated, fired a gun, jumped into the sea. Compared to all that, this little injury was nothing.

He didn’t care inside, but on his face he put on a look of forbearance.

Ethan Brooks nodded slightly.

That pale, silent look made William Carter feel even more distressed.

The sound of a police car came from the end of the street.

Just as the onlookers all turned their attention to the police—

A woman strode over from across the street, and slapped the woman holding the child hard across the face.

Smack.

The woman was stunned. She was good at cursing and making a scene, but had never been hit directly before.

She was completely dazed.

The woman who’d crossed the street grabbed the child’s hand and looked at the slingshot, furious! She raised her hand and slapped the child too.

“It’s you, you little bastard, isn’t it?”

“Waaah—” The child cried even louder.

The woman’s eyes turned red, panicking: “You bitch, what are you doing—ah!”

Smack!

Another slap.

The luxury car owner was a shrew herself. Hearing the word “bitch,” how could she hold back? She cursed back: “Why don’t you ask what your idiot son did? He broke my car! Tens of millions! You country bumpkin, can you afford to pay?”

Tens of millions. At that moment, the woman truly felt like she’d fallen into an ice cellar. Just now, when her son was shooting marbles at Ethan Brooks, Ethan Brooks was crossing the street, and she hadn’t even noticed if he’d hit the car next to him.

Regret and anxiety overwhelmed her, but she could only force herself to mumble, “Our child is only five… he doesn’t know any better…”

The luxury car owner, furious, took a step forward, but her high heel landed on a marble on the ground, and she fell flat on her face.

Her mood was terrible, and her already irritable, arrogant temper reached its peak.

Several police officers got out of the police car; they were still looking for the high school student who was “almost beaten to death.”

Then they heard a woman’s angry roar: “The police are here? Good! This isn’t over, blame your brat with no upbringing! What a little shit! Doesn’t know any better! Well, I don’t know any better either!”

Chapter 8 Home

William Carter was also stunned by this turn of events. What was this, evil meets evil?

Originally, he and Ethan Brooks were the main characters, but now that this had happened, no one was paying attention to them anymore.

Julia Bennett’s father was the president of a corporation in this district of Jingcheng, used to being domineering and arrogant. He was petty and narrow-minded; if you got on her bad side, it was never as simple as just paying compensation. If she really wanted to, she had plenty of ways to drive this family out of Jingcheng and make their lives miserable.

At the police station, after checking the surveillance footage and seeing the whole story clearly, William Carter was so angry his face turned green. It was that kid who threw the stone, almost hitting Ethan Brooks in the eye. He braked suddenly and accidentally fell off his bike. Yet that woman tried to turn the tables, saying Ethan Brooks hit her on purpose. What a villain.