Chapter 90 Apologize To
Him Now
“So, you’re the proud parent of this little butterball?” Ryland asked with a frown.
The moment the words hit her ears, the woman’s eyes snapped up like twin daggers. With a fiery glare, she shot back. “Butterball? You really have some nerve! You made him cry, and I haven’t even had a chance to give you a piece of my mind yet–and now you call him that?”
“A piece of your mind?” Ryland let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. He jabbed a finger in the chubby little troublemaker’s direction before speaking again. “Why don’t you ask him what he did? He snatched my boy’s toy and shoved him. No
manners whatsoever. Then again, that figures, considering you’re the one raising him.”
Ryland wasn’t the type to shy away from an argument. He thrived on confrontation,
and when it came to sparring with someone like this woman, it was all about who could be more unyielding.
The woman’s face contorted with fury as she jabbed a finger right back at Ryland. “You’d better watch your mouth. Jimmy’s parents are not people you want to cross. Apologize to him now. If they forgive you, we’ll let this slide. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”
Ryland smirked. “Oh? So, you’re not even his mother? You’re just the nanny? That explains a lot. His parents must be so powerful if even their hired help feels entitled to
throw their weight around.”
Sensing the storm brewing, the staff nearby scrambled to defuse the situation. But Ryland wasn’t the type to back down–at least, not to anyone except Renee. Occasionally, he’d bite his tongue for William, but that was purely out of respect for
Renee.
“Sit tight, buddy.” He scooped Felix up and settled him into a high chair, adjusting him comfortably.
Then he turned back to the nanny, his voice dripping with contempt. “Your precious little prince yanked Felix’s toy away and shoved him. He should be the one apologizing.
Otherwise, trust me, you’ll be the one who’s sorry.”
The nanny trembled with rage, while Jimmy, emboldened by her presence, wiped his tears and fixed Ryland with a venomous glare. He puffed out his chest, his earlier sobs instantly forgotten. “You’re in big trouble. I’m calling my dad. He’s gonna deal with you. You’re the bad guy!”
As he spoke, he began tapping furiously on his smart watch, his little fingers working with dramatic urgency.
The nanny fanned the flames, her voice laced with triumph. “That’s right, Jimmy! Call Mr. Perez. Let him take care of these two troublemakers.”
Ryland merely crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Let’s see what kind of big shot they bring in,” he thought.
Ten minutes later, a couple burst onto the scene, their concern plastered all over their faces. The woman rushed forward, scooping Jimmy up in a flurry of affection. “Baby, we’re here. Don’t be scared, sweetheart.”
“Jimmy, tell me exactly what happened. We’ll sort this out.” The man beside the woman surveyed the scene with barely concealed indignation.
Ryland almost laughed. So, they’d already decided their little angel was blameless? How predictable!
Jimmy wasted no time playing the victim. “Daddy, it’s them! That mean man and his little cripple!”
The words hit like a slap, and Ryland saw red. His jaw clenched as he pointed straight at Jimmy. “What did you just say?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Little cripple? You
better watch your mouth. You stole his toy. And now you’re acting like the innocent
one?”
Jimmy crossed his arms, defiant. “I didn’t steal anything. If I want it, it’s mine!”
“You little-”
Ryland took a step forward, but Jimmy’s father was quicker. He planted himself between Ryland and his family, standing tall, broad–shouldered, and ready for a
showdown.
The man loomed over Ryland, his broad frame casting an intimidating shadow. Next to him, Ryland seemed almost a size smaller–a clear disadvantage if things escalated to a physical clash.
Still, Ryland stood his ground, unwavering. Backing down simply wasn’t in his nature.
“Answer me this,” Ryland challenged, his voice razor–sharp. “Your kid started this. Are you really not going to own up to it?”
The man scoffed, “My son says he didn’t take anything. Got any proof that he did?
