Chapter 6

I turned my head to look, and Freesia was no longer in his seat. Instead, he was at another table, his wrist gripped tightly by a fashionably dressed woman.

"You little mute dares to steal in such a high-end restaurant! You've got some nerve!" The woman cursed loudly.

I rushed over and hugged Freesia, saying, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. He's my son, not a thief."

"So you're this little mute's mother? You must have done plenty of bad deeds to give birth to such an imperfect child," the woman taunted me arrogantly.

People around us started to look over, whispering among themselves:

"How did this mother and son even get into this restaurant? Look at their raggedy clothes, they're obviously dirt poor. Are they trying to dine and dash?"

"That kid seems sick, he can't talk, just makes weird noises. What if he's mentally ill?"