Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 2067

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

A chubby boy, followed by a slender one and a shorter one, hurried over to retrieve it.

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

Mitchel didn’t respond, but Raegan’s hand tightened into a fist.

The chubby boy, noticing Mitchel’s earlier struggle to stand, jeered loudly, “Hey, you in the wheelchair! Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, okay?”

Mitchel turned sharply, his eyes piercing.

“Are you speaking to me?”

The chubby boy was taken aback by Mitchel’s stern look but regained his bravado, thinking of his influential parents.

He couldn’t show weakness in front of his associates.

He taunted, “Yeah, I’m talking to you.

Who else here is a cripple?”

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His mocking words made the shorter boy burst into laughter as well.

“Ha! This guy’s hilarious, trying to stand up like that!”

Raegan was seething, desperate to confront these rude children.

Yet, she hesitated, considering Mitchel’s pride.

Intervening might only exacerbate the situation.

Reluctantly, she restrained herself and continued to watch.

“This gentleman looks quite handsome.

He seems impressive too,” the slender boy remarked, subtly cautioning the chubby boy against ridiculing someone who might be significant.

The chubby boy retorted, “What good is being handsome? Who would want a cripple?”

He edged closer to taunt Mitchel directly, “Hey, cripple, if you can pick up that ball for me, I’ll ask my dad to get you a prosthetic.

How about that?”

The shorter boy was puzzled.

“Prosthetic? But doesn’t he have legs?”

“What good are legs if they don’t work? He’s as useless as trash!” the chubby boy declared spitefully.

Raegan could tell the chubby boy was a constant bully, a child who used his family’s status to intimidate others.

He was young but remarkably cruel, likely to grow even more arrogant and despotic with age.

The chubby boy jeered further, “Honestly, just cut off those legs.

Prosthetics would serve you better than those crippled limbs!”

Mitchel’s expression remained frosty, showing no interest in trivial banter with the chubby boy.

Instead of addressing these children directly, he seemed more inclined to educate the parents responsible for such upbringing.

That approach would likely be more impactful.

Seeing Mitchel ignore him, the chubby boy harbored contempt.

A cripple and yet so arrogant!

“Cripple, I’m talking to you, didn’t you hear?”

The chubby boy said this as he maliciously kicked Mitchel’s weakened leg.

Mitchel’s gaze turned icy, and just as he was about to respond, a stone flew through the air, striking the chubby boy on the calf.