Chapter 603: Chapter 603



Fannie snapped, “What are you doing?! Hand it over! You have no right to touch my belongings!”

Bobby raised it out of her reach.

“This belonged to me.”

Frustration knitted Fannie’s brows, her anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Bobby, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, reached out to ruffle her hair.

“Still acting like you didn’t recognize me?”

“I genuinely didn’t know you!”

Fannie dared not yank it back with too much force; she risked damaging the bear.

She held this bear dear, having carried it for many years.

She had sewn every stitch herself.

Over time, the lines between affection and belief for her had become indistinct.

During middle school, she faced relentless bullying. Her backpack was tossed into the boys’ restroom, her chair coated with superglue, and her notebooks ripped apart.

She endured these humiliations daily, each more degrading than the last.

One day, her backpack ended up in the boys’ restroom again. With class about to start, she clenched her teeth and hurried in. Instead, she walked into a snare. Her mouth was covered.

Three boys attempted to pull her into the most secluded stall. As she neared hopelessness, Bobby emerged, seemingly her savior.

He sported a red backpack, a teddy bear dangling from it. Adjusting his trousers, he emerged from a stall.

“What’s happening here?”

“Stay out of it!”

With her mouth forcibly covered, Fannie’s eyes, wide with fear, met Bobby’s.

That encounter marked their first meeting.

Bobby single-handedly took on all three boys. Fannie thought to fetch a teacher but decided it was crucial to pull Bobby out first to prevent the boys from suffering severe injuries.

“Are you even old enough to be harassing girls?”

Fannie clutched at Bobby’s backpack, urging, “You need to run! A teacher’s on their way!”

Bobby sneered, continuing his assault, relentlessly driving one boy’s head into the ceramic tiles.

Blood began to flow, and Fannie, in tears, clung to Bobby’s waist, pleading, “Stop! He might die!”

She would never forget that day. In her eyes, Bobby had been her protector, her knight.

Following that event, Fannie’s family sent her overseas, where she encountered bullying once more.

However, the memory of Bobby standing up for her gave her the strength to resist aggressively.

In the most severe confrontation, she broke someone’s nose, and after that episode, no one dared to harass her again.

“So you didn’t recognize me?”

Bobby’s voice snapped Fannie out of her trance, pulling her back to the present.

For a moment, it felt as though her teddy bear were being held hostage.

She waited, heart hammering, for Bobby to continue.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember me. But my grandma made this bear. You must’ve stolen it.”

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