Chapter 25 Is He Mute Too?
No one appeared among the overgrown weeds. Nicky felt that the person who had thrown the dart was a coward who only dared to hide in the dark, so he spoke nastily.
“Don’t freaking hide in the dark. Don’t you dare to come out? Are you a coward?”
The surroundings were momentarily quiet.
Another swish was heard. A dart flew and landed on Nicky’s chin, and he howled in grief.
“Your mouth is filthy. You deserve it.”
A quiet young voice rang.
Cherise raised her head and subconsciously looked toward the sound.
She saw a young boy who seemed to be twelve or thirteen walk over calmly while pushing a wheelchair.
The man in the wheelchair had his eyes covered with black silk. He looked arrogant and shrewd,
“It’s just a blind man and a child, but you have the nerve to be arrogant?
The man beside Nicky sneered. “Nick, should we attack?”
“Attack!”
Nicky jeered. “Leave the little one to me. Make sure the disabled one becomes more paralyzed!”
After Nicky instructed his friends, they headed straight for Damien.
Two minutes later, Cherise and Lucy looked at the men on the ground in astonishment. They were covering their heads with their hands and wailing. “What…
They didn’t see clearly how the young boy had done it. The child had managed to attack more
than ten men?
Nicky gritted his teeth in pain. As he bawled, he took out his cell phone to send Eriana a message. “Wait and see, Cherise Shaw! I’ll tell my mom to come and look for you now! Not only will she ask you for money, but you’ll also have to pay for my hospital bills!”
Lucy pursed her lips. She walked to Nicky and kicked him. “You bully the weak, but you’re afraid of the powerful. Cherry didn’t hit you. If you’re so clever, ask the person who beat you up to pay your medical bill!”
“That’s right.”
The young boy pursed his lips. He gestured like he was going to punch Nicky again.
Nicky, who had just threatened Cherise, immediately crawled up and escaped in embarra*sment.
After they left, Cherise took a deep breath and started thanking the young boy.
The boy in the white sportswear smiled at her. “No problem. It’s for Dame.”
Dame?
Cherise glanced at Damien, perplexed.
The black Maserati was parked by the road.
Mr. Kolson got out of the car. As he helped Damien into the car, he explained. “This is Blake. I found him ten years ago.”
“He’s thirteen years old this year. He was seriously ill when he was young and had trouble interacting with others. He stutters, but he’s a good boy.”
“Mr. Lenoir treats him like a younger brother.”
As Mr. Kolson spoke, he called the young boy over. “Blake, this is Cherry
The young boy named Blake walked to Cherise respectfully. He smiled as he greeted her, “Hello, Cherry!”
After exchanging greetings, they entered the vehicle.
Mr. Kolson drove while Damien, Cherise, and Lucy sat in the backseat.
The car was silent. They even breathed guardedly.
Cherise quietly glanced at Blake through the rearview mirror. He was still standing at the school’s back door. “Mr. Kolson, is it okay to leave him there alone?”
Mr. Kolson drove calmly. “Yes. Blake has his own way of getting around. You don’t have to worry, Mrs. Lenoir.”
“Oh.”
Cherise nodded. She turned and glanced at Damien as he leaned back in the genuine leather seat on her left. Cherise didn’t know if he was asleep. She glanced at Lucy on her right, who was as quiet as a mouse.
After frowning at Cherise, Lucy took pen and paper from her bag.
She wrote for a while before pa*sing the paper to Cherise.
Cherise furrowed her brows and took it. Lucy’s careless writing was on it. ‘Didn’t you say that your husband is blind? Is he mute too?‘
