The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 758

Curry didn’t feel any pain, but his face was pale.

The chubby little boy didn’t care about anyone else. He snatched the cake knife from a nearby maid, then stuck out his arms, demanding that Curry lift him up so he could cut the cake himself.

This kind of scene had played out countless times. Curry stood still, gazing at the boy with a calm, distant look.

Growing impatient, the little brat kicked Curry sharply. “Didn’t you hear me? If you make me unhappy, I’ll tell Dad and have him cancel your allowance.”

Mrs. Black stood to the side, watching coldly, making no move to stop her son’s antics.

In the end, it was Wade who couldn’t take it any longer. Without a word, he strode over and gave the boy a solid kick.

“Listen, you little punk, I usually let your nonsense slide, but today is Curry’s birthday. If you dare bully my friend like this, I’ll knock some sense into you.”

The chubby boy burst into tears on the spot.

Mrs. Black’s face twisted as she hurried over and scooped her son into her arms, her expression full of distress as she tried to comfort him.

“There, there, sweetheart, don’t cry.” She crouched down, gently wiping his tears.

After finally soothing her son, she shot Curry a furious glare. “Curry, your little brother doesn’t know any better, but you should. How could you stand by and let Wade lay a hand on him?”

“He’s just a child. Even if he’s a bit mischievous, can’t you go easy on him? You’re older—shouldn’t you know better?”

Her voice rang out through the room, every word dripping with disappointment.

The guests began to nod and murmur in agreement.

“She’s right, Curry’s being too harsh. An older brother should make allowances for his little brother.”

“The kid’s a handful, sure, but you can’t let your friends get physical with him.”

The guests murmured amongst themselves, nodding in agreement.

“That’s true—he’s only ten, but he had to learn that attitude from somewhere. Mrs. Black clearly taught him.”

“Is Mrs. Black even Curry’s real mother? What kind of mom lets her youngest act out like this at his brother’s birthday?”

“And honestly, it’s always the birthday kid who cuts the cake. It should be Curry’s job, not the little brother’s.”

“The more I think about it, the more out of line that boy seems. Talking down to his brother at his birthday, trying to take his place, and the way he treats Curry—he doesn’t act like a brother at all.”

“Poor kid. He must put up with so much.”

“People have always said they favor the youngest, and seeing it today, it’s obviously true.”