Chapter 1104

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“Ow…” The chubby boy collapsed on the ground, crying loudly, “Who the hell…?”

“A slap!” Suddenly, a hazelnut shot straight into the chubby boy's open mouth. Although less brutal than the stone, it was still painful enough to stun him!

“Ahhh!” the chubby boy let out a blood-curdling scream.

“Who…?” He stopped abruptly, covering his mouth with his hand, afraid that another outburst might invite further retaliation.

After waiting for a while without receiving a response from behind, the chubby boy finally stopped covering his mouth and burst into anger, shouting, “Who is the coward hiding and attacking me? “I will have the principal check the cameras and make sure you are punished for this.”

When no one stepped forward, he became convinced that his attacker was too scared to come forward, and his arrogance boiled over once again.

Then, the chubby boy pointed at Mitchel and accused him, “It has to be you, cripple! I warn you that my father is very influential. Since you dare to hit me, I will make sure that you can't even stay in this hospital!”

Mitchel replied coldly, “Who is your father?”

The chubby boy retorts, "You have no right to know who my father is, you lowly thing!"

Not only that, but the chubby boy also convinced his partners to join him in insulting Mitchel.

“Crippled!” cried the fat boy, and the shorter one at his side quickly followed. There was a brief pause of silence. The thin boy hesitated and struggled to speak.

“What’s wrong with you, you useless bastard?” the chubby boy snapped. “You're nothing but a chauffeur's son. You should feel lucky to be here with us. You're not smart at all. I'll have my father fire your poor beggar father immediately! If it weren't for my father supporting your loser of a father, do you think you'd have a chance to hang out with us and have fun?”

Feeling insulted in this way, the slender boy clenched his fists tightly.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know how to swear properly? You're a complete loser!"

The shorter boy urged, “Come on. Just curse this cripple. Don’t make our friend angry!”

“I… won’t curse.” The skinny boy finally defended himself.

She continued with determination: “My father says that cursing people is rude and that you shouldn't make fun of others. No one chooses to be born different, and those who need help should be supported and encouraged, not made fun of. That’s the right thing to do.”

The chubby boy was so furious that he clutched his chest, panting.

Seeing this, the shorter boy shouted, “Are you crazy? Do you want your father to lose his job?”

But after declaring his refusal, the thin boy seemed to regain his senses, possibly remembering his father's words. He stood up straight, defying them. "Whatever you say, I will not curse."

The thin boy faced the chubby boy. “And one more thing. My father is not a beggar. He makes his living working for your father. He is not ashamed of his work. Just because my father works for your father does not mean he has to follow your orders. Their relationship is purely professional, and my father deserves respect for his hard work.”

The slender boy clenched his fists and declared, “I think my father would support me on this!”

“You filthy brat, you're tempting fate!” Furious, the chubby boy grabbed the thin boy by the hair and forced him to his knees, shouting, “Insult him! Curse the cripple…”

“I refuse to swear! “I just won’t do it!” the skinny boy shouted, struggling to free himself from the chubby boy, but the shorter boy stomped on his hand.

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