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While the two women engaged in their heated dispute, a small crowd had gathered, and
murmurs of discussion about the woman rippled through the onlookers.
It was evident to the passersby that Sabrina exuded confidence and poise, while the
woman’s stance appeared unreasonably obstinate.
The park’s staff, noting the growing commotion, felt compelled to intervene and mediate.
Sabrina’s plea remained simple: a mere apology from the young boy to Jennie. However,
the woman adamantly declined, stepping aside to make a phone call. When she returned,
there was a smug satisfaction in her smile.
In an attempt to quell the escalating tension, the park’s staff decided to usher both parties
to a nearby lounge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey provided Sabrina with disinfecting cotton swabs and band-aids, which she graciously
accepted. Gently and attentively, Sabrina began tending to Jennie’s wound.
Before long, the anticipated arrival of the police materialized.
The two officers hailed from the same branch that handled her father’s case, and as a
result, they were familiar with Sabrina.
“Miss Chavez?” the senior officer inquired, a note of surprise in his voice.
“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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmprocedures.
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?
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