Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The woman’s countenance underwent a drastic transformation, her urgent demeanor causing her to break away from the officer
as she swiftly scooped up the ailing boy.
“He’s having an asthma attack. Get him to the hospital immediately!”
The senior officer, recognizing the urgency of the situation, assumed a grave expression. He directed, “Come with me, along with
the child.”
Promptly, the boy was rushed to the hospital, and after receiving the necessary medical attention, he gradually recovered.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
In the wake of the emergency, Sabrina found it challenging to persist in her arguments. She was exasperated by the obstinacy
she had encountered, particularly when it turned out the child had asthma.
Observing Sabrina’s evident frustration, Jennie offered her support, saying, “Sabrina, don’t be upset. I’m okay.”
Sabrina let out a sigh and proposed, “Let’s go and enjoy something delicious.”
While they were indulging in their meal, Sabrina received an unexpected call from the police.
“Miss Chavez, Nicol... It’s the little boy. His mother wishes to speak with you.”
This left her puzzled. Wasn’t the woman she had been dealing with the boy’s mother?
“What do you want to see me about?” Sabrina frowned as she took a sip of juice.
“I’m busy at the moment.”
She could hear some background noises, and then a firm, commanding female voice came through the line.
“Miss Chavez, my son nearly died due to an asthma attack. I expect you’ll be coming to the hospital to apologize to my son
immediately.”
The female’s voice on the phone was unfamiliar and didn’t belong to the same unreasonable woman from earlier. However, the
tone and demands were equally absurd.
She sighed, thinking they were birds of a feather.

The woman’s audacity took Sabrina by surprise, stoking her anger. She retorted, “What does your son’s asthma have to do with
me? He was the one who hit my daughter first. He hasn’t even apologized to my daughter. If anything, you should be grateful
that I haven’t confronted you at the hospital.”
The woman on the other end sneered, “What? From what I understand, your daughter only suffered a minor scrape, yet you
make such a fuss about it. You even went as far as involving the police to intimidate him, which triggered his asthma attack. How
dare you argue with me!”
“Are you calling me a liar? He hit my daughter first! It’s only fair that he apologizes to her. Just because he has asthma doesn’t
mean that he can go around and hurt kids. He still needs to be held accountable for what he has done.”
Had they offered an apology earlier, Sabrina would have been willing to forgive them and wouldn’t have resorted to calling the
police.
The woman on the other end seethed, her voice strained as she asked through gritted teeth, “I’ll ask you one more time. Are you
going to apologize or not? I suggest you think carefully about your decision.
Don’t blame me if you face consequences in the future.”
Sabrina hung up the phone and placed it on the table.
Aware that this family might be powerful, Sabrina sensed a veiled threat in the woman’s words. The woman implied there could
be consequences if Sabrina didn’t comply with her demand.