Chapter 318

Chapter 318:

A few minutes later, Sloane and Bonita came back. They glanced at Fernanda, unsure of what to say.

Just then, someone pushed past Sloane and Bonita, hurried over, and suddenly dropped to their knees in front of Fernanda. With tears in their eyes, they bowed repeatedly, their voice trembling with gratitude. “Thank you for saving my grandson. I can’t thank you enough.”

It was the grandmother of the boy.

The woman dropped to her knees abruptly, her head bowing low in a gesture of deep gratitude, leaving everyone momentarily stunned.

Bobby stumbled back in shock.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face. “If anything had happened to my grandson, I wouldn’t have been able to live on…”

Fernanda shared a quick glance with Wendy, who stepped forward instinctively, reaching out to help the woman up. Her voice was calm and soothing as she said, “We understand your gratitude, but please, there’s no need to kneel.”

The woman, fraught with anxiety since the boy’s earlier ordeal, was now visibly drained. As the tension ebbed, her strength gave way, and she sank to the floor, trembling and drenched in sweat.

“I truly don’t know how to thank you,” she muttered, wiping her tears with trembling hands. “If you hadn’t saved him… His parents abandoned him, and he’s all we have. I don’t know how I could go on if I lost him.”

A wave of sympathy rippled through the group.

The weight of the night’s events seemed to unlock the woman’s tightly held emotions. For the first time, she let her grief spill out, sharing stories she had long kept buried.

“My grandson has had a hard life,” she began, her voice heavy with sorrow. “We come from a small village. When he was still little, his mother ran off, and his father left to find work far away. After his mother abandoned him, the other kids in the village mocked him relentlessly. I’d scold them each time, but eventually, he started copying my sharp words and picked up bad habits from them.”

Fernanda’s eyes flickered with understanding. The boy’s foul language earlier now made sense; he had learned it from his grandmother.

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“We’ve spoiled him terribly,” the woman admitted, her tears continuing to fall. “Both my husband and I, and even his aunt and uncle, have indulged him because we pity him. We couldn’t bring ourselves to scold him. Every time I look at him, I just feel so sorry for him.”

As the woman spoke, she dabbed at her eyes, her tone almost pleading for forgiveness on her grandson’s behalf.

Bonita, moved by the raw emotion, quietly pulled a tissue from her bag and handed it to the woman.

Taking the tissue with trembling hands, the woman nodded in thanks and continued, “But I see now how much harm we’ve done by indulging him. I’ll make sure to discipline him properly from now on. I can’t let him go on causing trouble. If something like this happens again, he might not be lucky enough to meet kind people like you.”

The woman fully understood the gravity of what had happened. Her cherished grandson had wandered out into the dead of night and, in his mischief, stumbled and fallen while setting fire to another’s tent. The young lady, displaying remarkable courage, had risked her own safety to rescue him. Her grandson’s survival was nothing short of a blessing.

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