Chapter 297

Willow questioned if she had indeed heard that woman call her son a "cripple". Ever since Aaron had injured his leg, the last thing Willow wanted to hear was someone using that derogatory term to describe him. She whipped her head around and fixed a cold stare on the young woman standing before her, clad in designer attire and adorned with sparkling jewels. The woman was Mandy Fisher. Mandy's appearance was passable, but her thin lips and prominent cheekbones lent her a sharp, unfriendly demeanor. She clearly wasn't someone who made friends easily. Next to her was a young boy, about four years old, named Harlan Selwood. His face bore a faint scratch and was streaked with dried tears. Pointing at Aaron, he sobbed, "Mom, it was him! The cripple! He hit me! See this scratch? He did it! Mom, it really hurt. You must do something about him!" "Oh, my darling, don't cry! It breaks my heart to see you upset!" Mandy exclaimed, gently cupping Harlan's face. "Don't worry, darling. I'll m