Koa Jackson simply stopped talking, lowered his gaze, and stood there leisurely watching the two.
Gradually, Mia Ginger and Bryan Jackson fell silent one after the other.
They both looked at him.
Not a sound was made.
Mia Ginger was extrely annoyed, feeling she had been too reckless just now, especially since he saw her like that, making her feel very uncomfortable.
Bryan Jackson and Marianne Jackson both had a bit of fear of their older brother.
Very sensibly, he kept his mouth shut tightly.
"Are you done talking?" Koa Jackson raised his chin slightly, glancing at the two, asking knowingly.
Mia Ginger and Bryan Jackson exchanged a glance, both holding back from speaking.
"No matter what she’s done wrong, a guest is a guest," Koa Jackson looked at a furious Bryan, speaking in a calm tone, "All your yelling and shouting, do you have any manners left?
"I won’t!" Bryan Jackson, being just nine years old, rembered the torturous days of being forced to get up early to run and quickly retorted.
"Hmm, if you don’t want to go, then don’t cause trouble." Koa Jackson cast a casual glance at Mia Ginger, then changed his tone, "I’ll pretend I didn’t see what happened just now. You look disgraceful with all that dirt on your face, go back with Aunt Lee and clean up properly."
"Ah?!" Bryan Jackson’s eyes widened.
He had grapes thrown at his face and got hit several tis with a slingshot, his butt felt like it was splitting.
Their brother got away with just a few words.
And kept blaming him?!
"What?" Koa Jackson saw him not moving, his face darkening a bit, and said in a low voice, "Aunt Lee’s arm is bleeding, do you think I’m being too lenient with you by letting it slide?"
"I..."
That wasn’t what he ant at all.
Bryan Jackson wanted to cry but had no tears.
Unfortunately, Aunt Lee’s arm was indeed bleeding, seeping through the thin fabric.
Earlier, to teach Mia Ginger a lesson, he purposely chose a sharp stone with great impact.
But Mia Ginger?
She hit his butt with several small, flat stones, no blood, just a stinging pain.
Bryan Jackson was filled with a mix of anger and frustration, his face alternating between red and white, biting his lip, and stomped off furiously.
Aunt Lee hurried after him.
Leaving Mia Ginger and Koa Jackson in their original spots.
Koa Jackson looked at her without speaking, causing Mia Ginger to feel increasingly restless and uneasy.
Also silent.
After a long while, a helpless sigh ca from above, and she heard Koa Jackson’s leisurely voice saying, "What’s the point of arguing with a kid?"
Does that make sense?
It’s simply embarrassing him.
"He used a slingshot on Aunt Lee, originally intended for , it was too malicious, with ill intentions." Mia Ginger murmured without lifting her head.
"Ill intentions?" Koa Jackson hesitated for a mont, then couldn’t help but chuckle, "You should consider the consequences. You’re twenty, not ten, eleven years older than him. In a fight, regardless of who’s right, it becos wrong."
"..." Mia Ginger fell silent.
Her heart was incredibly conflicted, unsure of what he thought of her.
Every ti she ended up in a fight, he would bump into her.
It’s so depressing.
Ah!
"Since things have co to this, don’t dwell on it," Koa Jackson easily saw through her thoughts, ruffling her soft hair a couple of tis, and said calmly, "I’ve got you."
"Hmm?" Mia Ginger looked up at him.
Her gaze collided straight into his deep black eyes.
A little dazed.
Only feeling that this person’s face in front of her might forever make her heart flutter.
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