“This gentleman looks quite handsome. He seems impressive too," the slender boy remarked, subtly cautioning the chubby boy against ridiculing someone who might be significant.

The chubby boy retorted, “What good is being handsome? Who would want a cripple?"

He edged closer to taunt Mitchel directly, "Hey, cripple, if you can pick up that ball for me, I'll ask my dad to get you a prosthetic. How about that?"

The shorter boy was puzzled. "Prosthetic? But doesn't he have legs?"

"What good are legs if they don't work? He's as useless as trash!" the chubby boy declared spitefully.

Raegan could tell the chubby boy was a constant bully, a child who used his family's status to intimidate others. He was young but remarkably cruel, likely to grow even more arrogant and despotic with age.

The chubby boy jeered further, “Honestly, just cut off those legs. Prosthetics would serve you better than those crippled limbs!"

Mitchel's expression remained frosty, showing no interest in trivial banter with the chubby boy. Instead of addressing these children directly, he seemed more inclined to educate the parents responsible for such upbringing. That approach would likely be more impactful.

Seeing Mitchel ignore him, the chubby boy harbored contempt. A cripple and yet so arrogant!

“Cripple, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?"

The chubby boy said this as he maliciously kicked Mitchel's weakened leg.

Mitchel's gaze turned icy, and just as he was about to respond, a stone flew through the air, striking the chubby boy on the calf.

"Ouch..." The chubby boy collapsed to the ground, crying loudly, "Who the heck..."

“Slap!" Suddenly, a hazelnut shot directly into the chubby boy's open mouth. Though less brutal than the stone, it was painful enough to stun him!

"Ahhh!" the chubby boy let out an eerie scream.

“Who the..." He abruptly stopped, clamping his hand over his mouth, fearful that another outburst might invite further retaliation.

After waiting for a while with no reply from behind, the chubby boy finally stopped covering his mouth and exploded with anger, shouting, “Who is the coward hiding and attacking me? I'll get the principal to check the cameras and make sure you get punished for this!"

With no one stepping forward, he became convinced that his attacker was too frightened to show up, and his arrogance overflowed once more.

Then, the chubby boy pointed at Mitchel and accused him, "It has to be you, you cripple! I'm warning you, my father is very influential. Since you dare to hit me, I'll ensure you can't even stay in this hospital!"

Mitchel responded coldly, “Who is your father?"