CHAPTER I – THE SCRATCH ON THE LUXURY CAR
CHAPTER I – THE SCRATCH ON THE LUXURY CAR
The rich man’s voice echoed across the street.
“You ruined my car!”
A polished black luxury vehicle stood in the middle of the road, a long scratch cutting through its side mirror. The boy, barely seven years old, stood beside it, holding a broken bicycle.
People gathered quickly, forming a circle of whispers and judgment.
“I’m sorry,” the boy said softly. “I didn’t mean to—your car was moving.”
The man laughed coldly. “Moving? Don’t lie to me. You think I was born yesterday?”
The boy shook his head, eyes wide with fear. “No, sir… I saw it rolling.”
The street fell silent for a second.
Then the boy added one more sentence.
“I used my bike to stop it… because there was a baby in its path.”
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Everything stopped.
Even the man’s anger froze mid-air.
