Chapter 104: Don’t Scwold Mummy
Mira knew that this was the first time she had ever felt fear like this. In that moment, it seemed all the fears she had endured over the years were insignificant compared to what she felt now.
Her eyes widened in shock, as if her heart had stopped beating. The car swerved sharply to the side, tires screeching against the pavement. Her daughter was safe—thank God! Unknown to little Zami, who remained captivated by the rose in her hand, people around them began to panic. The child was blissfully unaware of the danger she had narrowly avoided.
Before she realized it, Mira rushed forward, pulling Zami into a tight embrace from behind. Tears spilled down her cheeks before she even realized she was crying. The surge of relief mixed with the adrenaline of fear overwhelmed her senses, making it hard to breathe.
"Why would you cross the road like that? Do you know how dangerous it is?" Mira scolded, her voice trembling with lingering fear. She couldn’t even bear to consider the worst-case scenario—what if the car hadn’t swerved in time? What if... oh, she couldn’t bear to think about it. If that car had continued on its path, Zami’s little head would have...
Zami looked up at her mother with wide, guilty eyes. "I’m sowwy, Mummy," she said, her voice full of regret. The innocence in her daughter’s gaze cut through Mira’s panic, reminding her of the countless times she had felt fear in different forms.
Before Mira could respond, a figure appeared in front of them. She quickly lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes, feeling ashamed for letting this happen. The polished, expensive shoes he wore exuded an air of wealth and status that made her feel even smaller in that moment.
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Zamian sat in the back of his car, the coldness that had enveloped him over the past years seeming to deepen with each passing day. His temper had grown sharper; the smallest mistake was enough to ignite his fury. No one dared to err in his presence—perfection was the bare minimum expected when dealing with Zamian.
His gaze remained fixed on his Tablet, the glow of the screen reflecting off his intense eyes, as the car sped smoothly along the road. They had just left the airport; an important meeting demanded his attention, one that required him to leave Nik behind. After all, Zamian wasn’t just a CEO—he was also a king in the corporate world.