Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103:

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Suddenly, a ball rolled and stopped at Mitchel's feet.

A chubby boy, followed by a thinner boy and a shorter one, rushed to pick her up.

When the ball landed near Mitchel, the chubby boy yelled, “Hey, cripple!”

Mitchel didn't answer, but Raegan's hand clenched into a fist.

The fatso, noticing Mitchel struggling to stay on his feet, loudly jeered, “Hey, you in the wheelchair! Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, okay?”

Mitchel turned sharply, his eyes piercing. “Are you talking to me?”

The chubby boy was surprised by Mitchel's stern look, but he regained his bravery, thinking of his influential parents.

He could not show weakness in front of his partners. He sneered: “Yes, I am talking to you. Who else here is crippled?”

His mocking words caused the shorter boy to burst out laughing as well.

"Ha! This guy is hilarious, trying to stand up like that."

Raegan was furious, desperate to stand up to those rude children.

However, he hesitated, taking into account Mitchel's pride. Intervening would only make matters worse.

Reluctantly, he restrained himself and continued to watch.

“This gentleman seems quite handsome. He also looks impressive,” the thin boy commented, subtly warning the chubby boy not to ridicule someone who might be important.

The fat man replied: "What's the point of being handsome? Who would want a cripple?"

He walked over to mock Mitchel directly: “Hey, cripple, if you can pick up that ball for me, I’ll ask my dad to get you a prosthetic limb. “How about that?”

The shorter boy looked puzzled. “Prosthetics? But he doesn't have legs?”

"What good are legs if they don't work? They're as useless as garbage!" the chubby boy declared spitefully.

Raegan could see that the fat boy was a constant bully, a boy who used his family's status to intimidate others. He was young but extraordinarily cruel, and would probably become even more arrogant and despotic with age.

The chubby boy continued to yell: “Honestly, cut off those legs. “Prosthetics would serve you better than those crippled limbs.”

Mitchel's expression remained icy, showing no interest in trivial banter with the chubby child. Rather than addressing these children directly, he seemed more inclined to educate the parents responsible for such upbringing. That approach would probably have more impact.

Seeing Mitchel ignore him, the chubby boy felt contempt. A cripple, and yet so arrogant!

"Cripple, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

The chubby boy said this while maliciously kicking Mitchel's weakened leg.

Mitchel's gaze turned icy, and just as he was about to respond, a rock flew through the air, hitting the chubby boy in the calf.

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