"You called the police?"

The two officers recognized her immediately.

"Yes, it's me," Sabrina affirmed. She proceeded to provide a concise account of the incident to the officers.

Upon hearing her explanation, the officers turned their attention to the woman and the child standing opposite.

The officers were given a directive for the situation to be handled with utmost care, recognizing that the boy had a unique identity.

The unexpected twist of Sabrina being the one to call the police, with the injured Little girl apparently being the daughter of Sabrina and Tyrone, complicated matters significantly.

The senior officer exchanged a subtle wink with his junior colleague and proceeded to document the information from both sides in their customary fashion.

The junior officer then stepped outside to make a discreet phone call.

Upon his return, he whispered to the senior officer, "The captain advised us to follow protocol, given the unique identities involved."

Given the unique identities on both sides, it was imperative to adhere to standard procedures.

The senior officer nodded in acknowledgment and addressed the little boy, asking, “Did you bump into this little girl?"

Before the Little boy could respond, the woman interjected with a brusque statement, "I don't think it's necessary. Sir, surely your superior must have instructed you, right?"

She had contacted Mr. Fowler's secretary, who assured her he would contact the police, framing it as a minor issue.

The senior policeman turned his gaze toward Sabrina, clearing his throat before asserting, "What does this have to do with our superiors? If you're responsible for such an incident, it's best to acknowledge it. There is evidence, after all. If you've caused harm, an apology is in order."

The woman's expression shifted, confusion clouding her features. What had gone wrong? Hadn't the secretary given her assurances?

The little boy too displayed signs of alarm, his complexion paling and his breath quickening.

“What if we choose not to apologize?"

“In that case, you'll need to accompany us to the police station. We have plenty of detention rooms there."

The little boy's anxiety was palpable, with perspiration forming on his forehead.

Observing their exchange, Sabrina could deduce that the woman possessed some influential connections. It appeared she had just placed a call to someone in order to seek assistance from the police.