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To keep him occupied, Isabella took him to the toy room, letting him pick what he wanted to play with.
“Mommy, I want to play with this!” As soon as he stepped inside, Collier’s eyes lit up, and he pointed excitedly at a sleek, kid-sized motorcycle that Damari had gotten for him.
“Okay.”
Isabella nodded in agreement, helping him move the toy motorcycle outside. Collier wasted no time hopping on.
“Ma’am.”
Just then, a voice called out from behind. Isabella turned around to see the butler standing there. “Mr. Klein wants you in the study. He has something to discuss with you.”
Isabella’s gaze flickered back to Collier, who was happily riding his little motorcycle in circles. Noticing her hesitation, the butler offered a reassuring smile. “Please go ahead. I’ll watch over Collier.”
Isabella thought for a moment before nodding. “Okay, thank you.”
“Of course.” The butler was more than happy to look after the young master.
Not far away, Collier noticed his mother chatting with the butler before she waved goodbye and walked off. His eyes blinked ever so slightly, a flicker of thought passing through them. Then, as if struck by inspiration, he turned to the butler.
“Sir, this place is too small. I want to go outside and play for a while!”
Without waiting for an answer, he revved his little motorcycle and zoomed off, looking every bit like a miniature adult.
The land surrounding the Klein Manor was serene, untouched by the bustle of the outside world. Now, with Nana and Collier, Damari envisioned something more—a lush recreational orchard right next to the estate, a place where the children could run free and play to their hearts’ content.
Inside the study, Damari had already laid out a few documents on the desk.
“Isabella, take a look. I’ve had the area surveyed, and these are all suitable spots,” he said, pointing to several locations beside the estate. “I’d like to hear your thoughts.”
Isabella studied the options carefully before tapping her finger on one of the locations.
“I think this spot works well,” she said decisively.
Damari glanced over, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Isabella, you’ve got good taste—just like me. This spot’s my favorite too. Alright, I’ll make the calls now and get things moving as soon as possible.”
Meanwhile, on the east side of the estate, Collier zipped along a narrow path on his little motorcycle. Suddenly, a car loomed ahead, blocking his way.
Collier glanced at the small gap ahead, hesitating for a moment. He wasn’t sure if his skills with the toy motorcycle were sharp enough to get him through safely.
“Well, if I can’t get through, I might as well go back. Nana should be done with her homework by now.”
With that, he hopped off his motorcycle, preparing to turn around and head home.
But just as he started pushing the toy motorcycle back the way he came, a noise drifted in from the woods nearby.
Collier froze. His ears perked up. He was a curious child and loved a bit of excitement.
Tilting his head, he listened closely. There it was again—clearer this time. A dog barking. Then, the sound of children clapping.
His eyes brightened instantly. Other kids! And a dog! That was enough to make his little heart race with excitement.
Without a second thought, Collier abandoned his toy motorcycle and tiptoed toward the sounds.
As he neared the clearing, the scene before him came into view. Three kids stood in a loose circle around a tree. Tied to the trunk was a dog, its silver-gray fur matted and dirty. The children, laughing, hurled stones at it, their faces lit with amusement.
Each time the poor dog dodged a rock, another child would take aim, and it would yelp in pain.
Instead of stopping, the kids cheered even louder, delighted by their cruel game.
Collier’s stomach twisted. He had imagined seeing children playing happily with a dog, not… this.
The scene appeared cheerful at first, but the happiness belonged only to the children. The dog, however, was anything but happy—it stood trapped in the middle, surrounded by the children who hurled stones its way.
Collier looked at the poor, battered dog. Its ears hung low, and every so often, a faint whimper of pain escaped. Its silver-gray fur was filthy, tangled with dust and grime from the relentless pelting of stones. Just as the kids bent down to grab more rocks, Collier surged forward.
“Stop it!” he cried, his small face scrunched in anger. “It’s wrong to hurt the dog!”
The three children spun around, startled. The tallest of them, a boy nearly a head taller than Collier, squinted at him, sizing him up. Then, with a sneer, he scoffed, “Where’d you come from, you little runt? Get lost before I make you regret it.”
Without warning, he flung a rock straight at Collier. Collier gasped, stumbling back just in time. Though the stone missed him, his heart pounded in his chest.
His wide eyes darted to the other two boys, who grinned wickedly. Seeing his reaction, they seemed to get even more excited.
The ringleader smirked and stepped closer. “Didn’t you say we shouldn’t hurt the dog? Fine. If you don’t want us to throw stones at it, then you take its place! We’ll throw them at you instead!”
Collier was kind, but he wasn’t stupid. If he let them do that, he’d end up battered and bruised just like the dog. And if his parents, his sister, and his great-grandpa saw him hurt, they would be heartbroken.
No way. Not a chance.
“I refuse!” he snapped, standing his ground.
But the boys didn’t care about his answer. They exchanged glances, their grins widening. “Let’s grab him and tie him up!” one of them suggested.
“Good idea!” the other agreed.
Without hesitation, they lunged at Collier.
Collier’s pulse skyrocketed. These brats were seriously annoying! His tiny fists tightened in frustration.
But as angry as he was, he knew he was alone, and he was still too small. He couldn’t take on all three of them by himself—not while also trying to save the dog.
His parents had always told him that if he faced trouble he couldn’t handle, he should ask for help from someone strong. And in his eyes, no one was stronger than his sister.
Collier spun on his heel and bolted, dodging the boys’ grasp. As he ran, he fumbled for the button on his wristwatch.
The watch had a special switch his sister had shown him. All he had to do was press it, and she would immediately know he was in trouble.
While pressing the button, Collier glanced back at his pursuers, shouting, “It’s wrong to hurt the dog! And it’s wrong to hurt me! Didn’t your parents ever teach you to be kind? To protect those who can’t defend themselves?” The boys burst into laughter.
“I don’t care about right or wrong. My parents said we can do whatever we want with this dog—it’s our toy! And now… you’re about to be our toy too!”
With that, the three boys continued chasing after Collier, determined to catch him.
But to their surprise, despite his small size, Collier was fast. Darting through the trees like a nimble little fox, he stayed just out of their reach.
Laughter and shouts filled the air as the three boys chased after Collier, their small feet pounding against the earth. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t catch him.
Frustrated, one of them finally stopped and shouted into the distance, “Mommy! Daddy! Come help us catch this annoying kid!”
Not far away, a man and a woman had just finished surveying the area when they heard their children’s shouts.
The woman frowned. “What are they yelling about now? Didn’t we tell them to behave and that we had an important matter to handle?” The man, far more relaxed, waved a hand dismissively. “What’s the big deal? It’s already settled.”
He glanced around. “Damari is building an orchard for his two great-grandchildren. We pulled strings to get involved, and when this project is finished, we need to ensure our kids establish a good relationship with those two Klein family heirs. That’s the real priority. Got it?”
When the woman heard her husband’s words, the irritation on her face faded. She turned toward the children and saw them chasing after a lone boy. Siding with her own, she took a few steps forward, preparing to help them capture Collier.
But Collier wasn’t an easy target. From a young age, he had been full of energy. Every morning, he followed behind Isabella and Andrew as they ran, mimicking their strides. His stamina and speed had been honed over time.
While the three children had struggled to catch him, the arrival of their parents tipped the odds against him.
The children’s father darted forward, snatching him by the collar and lifting him effortlessly off the ground.
“Dad, you’re amazing!” the three children cheered as they ran over, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Collier kicked his legs and struggled, his small hands pushing against the man’s grip.
“Let me go!” He dug his fingernails into the man’s hand, leaving sharp red marks. The man hissed at the sting, his face darkening as he flung Collier to the ground.
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