A loud uproar erupted in the carriage.
Bonnie, still dazed from the slap Robin had delivered, was in shock. Marge and Joanna couldn't believe Robin had acted so boldly.
Marge apologetically pulled him back and said. "I'm sorry about this."
Robin gave them a calm smile. "You two rest. I'll handle it."
Marissa, knowing what was coming, shook her head helplessly at the couple. She whispered, "Robin, let go. A small lesson is enough. Don't take it too far."
Though Marissa spoke softly, everyone around could hear her.
The other passengers, used to such behavior from arrogant and troublesome parents, knew better than to get involved. Confronting such people was worse than facing the most unpleasant situations.
The authorities usually took a passive approach in those cases, choosing not to punish unless necessary. Instead, they aimed for social harmony, which only encouraged more audacity from those rascals. It was hard to say if staying silent was the only way to survive in this society, as ignoring them allowed those rascals to multiply.
Most people simply kept their distance from troublemakers, not wanting to get caught up in their mess.
They consoled themselves with the saying, "I can't change the world, so I'll change myself."
So, they allowed kindness to suffocate while scoundrels flourished. Provoking such people meant inviting
disaster.
If a mad dog bit you, would you bite it back? If you stepped in cow dung, would you step in it again out of revenge? That would only make you dirtier because those rascals were like dung! Many wondered if scholars ever studied this. How many generations of immorality did it take for such people to come into existence?
Those behaviors were passed down, making scoundrels like cockroaches that multiplied with each generation, thinking their actions were something to be proud of.
They would wear a badge that said, "I'm a scoundrel, and I'm proud of it! What can you do to me?"
So, when Robin stood up and Marissa spoke, the onlookers' eyes lit up with hope. They couldn't act themselves, but they longed for a hero.
Robin patted Marissa's shoulder. Tve got it. You help Mrs. Leif sit down. She needs a moment to rest."
Bonnie, who had been slapped, and her husband, Horace, stood up abruptly.
Horace was tall, strong, and wore glasses, giving off a smug, refined air. He looked like a man who had experienced much in life, particularly with women.
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When someone like him stood, an umpleasant aura filled the space, making everyone around instinctively step back. It was as if scoundrels had their presence when pushed too far. Horace pointed at Robin angrily. "What kind of person are you to hit someone? You even hit a woman!"
Robin ignored him and coldly pointed at Danny "Give me back the pendant
Danny glared at Robin. "I like this pendant. It's mine! 1th not giving it back! Daddy, Mommy-
Horace shoved Robin. "What the hell! You're truly rude How dare you shout at a child-
Robin slowly turned to Horace. "Are you insulting me?
"Isn't it right to scold you?" Horace pointed at his child. "He's just a kid, but you treat him like this. You're uncivilized and uncultured-"
Robin slapped him hard. "There's a price for insulting me! If you don't want things to get worse, hand over the pendant now!"
Horace was sent flying back to his seat, looking at Robin in shock. "You... you hit me? It's too violent! I'll call the police!" "Give me back the pendant!" Robin's voice was icy.
The temperature in the carriage seemed to drop instantly. The scoundrel couple sat frozen, dizzy from the turn of events. They had always bullied others. No one had ever dared to treat them this way.
Danny stopped crying. Then, he abruptly threw the emerald pendant to the ground. Crack!
The pendant shattered into three pieces. The onlookers gasped in disbelief. How could a ten-year-old be so malicious?
Trembling in shock, Marge rushed to the shattered pieces, and dropped to her knees, tears streaming as she murmured, "Ma'am, I deserve to die..."
But even that wasn't enough for Danny. He stomped on Marge's hand as she held the broken pieces. In a flash, Robin grabbed Danny's neck and lifted him off the ground. "How can you be so wicked? You don't deserve to live!" Danny burst into tears.
Horace and Bonnie panicked, shouting. "Murder! Someone's trying to kill our child!"
Joanna, fearing Robin might do something irreversible, quickly grabbed his arm. "Don't! Let him go." Seeing the pleading in her eyes, Robin softened, nodded, and tossed Danny into his parents' arms. "You despicable family! You shouldn't even be alive!"
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Bonnie started crying "Guys, look! He's bullying us! They're monsters-"
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"Still causing trouble? Robin snapped, pointing at Bonnie. "Next stop, you all get off! You guys will be doomed!"
She fell silent at the sheer hostility radiating from Robin.
Horace regained his composure and shouted, "You... you're too cruel! Fine, we'll settle this in Brighton!"noveldrama
Robin nodded. Let's see what you can do when we get there."
Horace adjusted his glasses smugly. "Do you know who I am? I'm a department manager at the Northern Grand Hotel, under the Northlorn Residence-
"Northlon Residence?" Robin pulled out his phone and dialed. "Elliott Chandler, meet me at the Brighton high-speed rail station in ten minutes!" Elliott Chandler?
Some of the onlookers recognized Elliott's name.
They wondered if Robin was Elliott's friend. But from the way he spoke, it sounded like Robin was more Impressive than Elliott.
Horace was slightly stunned but then chuckled. Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to Mr. Elliott like that!"
Robin ignored him and squatted to help Marge to her feet.
He looked at the broken pendant and comforted her, "I know a craftsman who's an expert at repairing emeralds
Marge shook her head. "Thank you, but I don't need it
She carefully wrapped the broken pendant, holding it close to her chest, tears still falling.
Ten minutes later, the high-speed rail arrived at Brighton.
Chapter 557 I'm Always Kind
Chapter 557 I'm Always Kind