“How dare you hit my son! You, your disabled brother, and your entire family will pay for this, today!” The woman’s face contorted with bitter resentment. She wished she could tear Isabelle and Ethan apart.
Isabelle suddenly tightened her grip on the baseball bat in her hand, a flash of ruthlessness crossing her beautiful face. In the next moment, she swung the bat towards the woman’s head.
The crowd screamed in fear. A few timid boys even covered their eyes.
Ethan was also taken aback. He wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
The baseball bat stopped just a centimeter away from the woman’s cheek.
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