NovelEnglishHowever, Micah was indifferent and did not call these people out on it.
He did not expect that Freya would brush him off and face them alone. Watching her sit in the wheelchair, firmly standing her ground, something stirred in him. He quickly strode over to her. The people who had been loud and aggressive moments earlier suddenly went silent, their faces paling as they noticed his presence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMicah's lips curled into a cold sneer. "Why did you stop? Needto remind you what you were saying?" "Mr. Micah, we're sorry, we were just gossiping. We didn't spread any rumors intentionally. Please forgive us..." "Please, forgive us!" The group immediately dropped to their knees. Despite Micah's status as the leader of the Yaren Tribe, the people still called him "Mr. Micah" out of habit, and he had not bothered to correct them. With a cold gaze, Micah looked them over. "If you realize your mistake, then stay on your knees and give yourselves two hundred slaps. Maybe that will help you remember." "Yes, sir." They answered in unison, and soon, the sound of sharp slaps echoed in the air. Without another glance at them, Micah turned and pushed Freya's wheelchair away. Freya's heart skipped a beat. She could hardly believe that Micah had stood up for her like this. It was unbelievable! "Next time, don't try to handle it alone," Micah said in a low voice as he pushed her wheelchair.
He had spent quite stlooking for her, only to find her here, arguing with those people.
Freya bit her lip, feeling uneasy. She had planned to handle it all without Micah knowing, but not only did she fail, he ended up having to step in and solve it for her. Feeling guilty, she whispered, "I wasn't trying to be stubborn. I wanted to help, but I didn't manage to do anything useful. I'm sorry, I'm really useless." Micah's tone softened. "This isn't your fault, and I don't blyou. But next time, stay inside and rest until you're fully healed." He was worried that her injuries might worsen if she got too worked up from hearing those harsh words. Freya understood his concern, but she remained resolute. "We haven't done anything wrong. They're the ones gossiping, not us. Why should we hide? I want to go out and face everything head-on. I'm not afraid!" At the stime, she would not let anything happen to her. She valued her life too much to let their harsh words affect her. "You make a good point," Micah conceded. "But people can be cruel with their words." "I'm not afraid," Freya insisted. She could not afford to be afraid.
"I want to buy couple rings," Freya added, her resolve unwavering.
The more people gossiped, the more determined she becto take action.
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Micah was silent for a moment before he quietly agreed, "If that's m what you want, then let's go." Since it was what Freya truly wanted, Micah. decided to indulge her. He took her to a shopping mall.
The Yaren Tribe had been at peace for years. Under Micah's leadership, the economy, while not quite on par with Birkham's, had significantly improved compared to previous years. The mall was and lively.
Freya made her way to the jewelry counter and selected a pair of matching kings. The women's ring e.
was a diamond piece, with small diamonds surrounding a large heart-shaped stone, all sparkling brilliantly under the lights.
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