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Collier landed hard but quickly picked himself up, glaring defiantly at the man. The children’s father glanced at the scratch on his hand, his frown deepening.
His children reached him, still eager to play. “Why were you chasing him?” he asked them.
“Because he’s nosy!” one child said. “And now, we want to make him the target of our game!”
The man knew exactly what kind of “game” his children enjoyed. He turned his gaze back to Collier, observing him more closely.
The boy was strikingly handsome, the kind of child one might expect from a wealthy family. However, his clothes bore no designer labels. To the man, that was enough proof—Collier was likely just an ordinary kid.
He crouched down to meet Collier’s eyes. “Where are your parents, kid?”
Collier, unimpressed by the man’s presence, refused to answer. Instead, he lifted his chin and said, “A real father corrects his children when they’re wrong, not encourages them. That’s what my dad taught me. You should remember that.”
The man’s expression darkened.
He stood back up, looking down at Collier with an air of superiority. “Go ahead and play,” he told his children. “We’ll leave when you’re done.”
“Yay!” The children cheered, grabbing Collier’s arms to tie him up.
Meanwhile, Lilyana had just finished her homework when her watch chimed with a message from her younger brother. A single glance told her something was wrong.
Using the location and monitoring features on her watch, she quickly led the butler and several bodyguards to Collier’s location without hesitation.
Soon, Collier’s toy motorcycle came into view, parked by the roadside. The watch confirmed his location—he was inside the woods.
Lilyana’s expression remained composed, but her presence carried an undeniable air of authority, with features that were a near replica of Isabella’s. She turned to the butler. “He’s in there.”
The butler felt a wave of remorse. He had accompanied Collier out of the manor, but the boy had sped off on his small motorcycle, and his aging legs hadn’t been able to keep up. Now, realizing Collier might be in danger, his worry only deepened.
They pressed forward, and before long, Collier’s voice reached them through the trees.
“It’s Collier!”
Lilyana’s sharp eyes darted to the bodyguards. With a small yet decisive gesture, she pointed toward the source of the voice.
“Collier!” The butler, catching sight of the young boy tied to a tree, erupted in fury. His voice thundered across the woods.
“Seize every one of them! How dare they harm the young master!” It was rare for the Klein family’s butler to lose his temper, but today, his rage knew no bounds.
The bodyguards acted immediately. Within moments, Collier was safely untied, while the family of five stood frozen, their faces pale with fear.
Lilyana strode toward her younger brother, her composure unwavering. “Collier, tell me everything. What did they do to you?”
Collier had been waiting for his sister’s arrival. As soon as he was free, he rushed into her arms. His voice carried both relief and indignation as he recounted how the three children had been cruel to a dog, and he had tried to stop them. He narrated how their parents had joined in, bullying him afterwards.
As Collier recounted the events, the man who had been caught observed Lilyana’s commanding presence, as well as the Klein family’s butler standing beside her. He had encountered the butler once before and, in an instant, put the pieces together. His face paled. Collier wasn’t just any child—he was a Klein.
Though he didn’t want to believe it, the reality was undeniable. What was done was done. Panic set in, and his demeanor shifted completely. Bowing his head in remorse, he quickly put on a sincere face and offered an apology.
“I’m truly sorry, Mr. and Miss Klein. I failed as a father—I didn’t raise my children properly! Please forgive me and them. I promise I’ll teach them right from now on.”
Fear laced his voice, and upon seeing her husband’s sudden change in attitude, the woman hurriedly followed suit. She nudged their children forward, urging them to kneel in repentance.
But Lilyana wasn’t easily fooled.
“Forget the apologies. Let’s talk about the dog.”
The man blinked, caught off guard. “The dog?” He hadn’t expected that to be the issue at hand.
Lilyana’s expression remained firm. “My brother doesn’t want the dog to suffer, but it belongs to you. If you refuse to treat it well, we will. Name your price.”
The man hesitated, feeling a cold sweat creep down his back. Despite her young age, the presence Lilyana exuded was overwhelming. He had dealt with powerful figures in the business world, yet at this moment, the weight of this child’s authority made him uneasy.
She wasn’t just any child—she was a Klein. And offending a Klein, even one as young as Collier, could have serious consequences. If he wanted to maintain his business dealings with the Klein family, he had to tread carefully. Quickly, he shook his head.
“Miss Klein, you can have the dog. There’s no need for payment.”
“That won’t do,” Lilyana said, her voice light yet icy. “We don’t take things for free.”
The man forced a nervous smile. “It’s not free. We were wrong, and we want to make amends. Think of it as our way of apologizing.”
Lilyana had spent enough time watching Isabella at work to recognize the kind of man standing before her. She could see right through him. Turning to the butler, she spoke with calm authority.
“When we return, calculate the full cost of this dog, including its market value, medical expenses, and upkeep over the years. Transfer the amount.”
“Accordingly, we won’t owe them anything. As for the way they treated Collier, I believe our family doesn’t need people like this managing our projects. If a business partner can’t even respect a child, I doubt they’ll respect their clients. Don’t you think?” Lilyana fell silent, watching the butler expectantly.
The butler had always known Lilyana was sharp, but seeing her handle this situation firsthand left him thoroughly impressed. Her reasoning, her poise—it was like watching an adult in action. The butler swelled with pride, immediately grasping the situation. “I couldn’t agree more. Leave it to me, Lilyana. I’ll take care of everything.”
The man’s heart sank.
He had thought he could brush this off with a quick apology, maybe even come out unscathed by giving away the dog. But Lilyana wasn’t someone he could deceive. Despite her young age, she was sharp enough to see through every angle.
“Mr. and Miss Klein, please! Give us another chance!”
The man pleaded desperately for mercy, but Lilyana didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, she took Collier’s hand, letting the icy edge of her expression fade away. “Collier, let’s go home.”
“Okay.”
In the car, Collier held the dog close, glancing up at his sister with pure admiration. She had always been like this—his protector, his shield. No matter what happened, she always had his back.
As if sensing it was finally safe, the dog relaxed in Collier’s arms. Its tense body softened, and for the first time, its ears perked up instead of lying flat.
Feeling its steady heartbeat against his chest, Collier made a quiet vow to himself. One day, he would grow up to be just like his sister—strong, fearless, and capable of protecting the people he cared about.
Back at home, as Isabella and Damari descended the staircase, they were met with the sight of the butler leading a group of people inside. Standing beside Collier was a rather large dog.
“What’s going on?” Damari asked, raising an eyebrow.
The butler approached and, in a hushed tone, relayed everything that had transpired. “How dare they!”
Damari’s temper ignited, his fury rising instantly.
But as he listened further, hearing in detail how Lilyana had handled the situation, his irritation gave way to something else—pride. His gaze flickered toward the two children playing with the dog, and a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
Turning to Isabella, he said, “I wasn’t expecting any of this. But, Isabella, you and Andrew have done an incredible job raising them, especially Lilyana—she’s something special. I’ve never seen a child like her.”
Isabella was thoroughly impressed by Lilyana’s ability to handle situations with such maturity at a young age. But as a mother, her desires were simple. She only wanted her two children to be healthy, safe, and happy. Everything else, she was willing to let unfold naturally.
Perhaps because Lilyana had always been so dependable, Isabella had never expected that when Lilyana had just entered her second year of middle school, she would stumble upon her daughter’s account on a video app.
The username was nothing out of the ordinary, but the content immediately caught Isabella’s attention. Every video revolved around the “hardworking girl” aesthetic, showcasing Lilyana’s daily study life. At first, Isabella thought nothing of it. But after watching a few clips, she couldn’t ignore the faint trace of teenage self-importance woven into each one.
The shots were carefully framed, the angles deliberate. And in the comments, every one of Lilyana’s replies carried a subtle air of self-admiration.
Isabella tried her best to deny it, but the truth was right in front of her. No matter how brilliant Lilyana was, this carefully curated persona gave off an amusing mix of endearing and over-the-top. It was cute—silly, even.
Was this what they called adolescence?
Reflecting on her own teenage years, Isabella recalled how she had been pushed to excel, forced to refine her studies and develop various skills. Unlike her, Lilyana was shaping herself freely, without external pressure.
That thought alone reassured her, easing any concern she had about the video account. Instead of worrying, she simply hit the follow button.
But that very night, when Lilyana returned home from school, something was different. The usual air of confidence around her was gone, replaced by a pensive silence. Her eyes held a distant look, as if her mind were tangled up in something.
Isabella picked up on it immediately. Over dinner, she gently asked what was wrong, but Lilyana simply shook her head and muttered, “It’s nothing.”
Later that night, unable to sleep, Isabella logged into the video app and sent a message to her daughter’s account.
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