Maeve gently handed the tearful boy back to his parents.
"The floors are slippery. Keep a close eye on your little one."
The mother nodded repeatedly, her face pale. "I'm so sorry. I took my eyes off him for a second. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."
The mother was drenched in a cold sweat.
Maeve was heavily pregnant. If her son had crashed into her, it could have triggered a catastrophic accident.
She absolutely could not shoulder the blame for a tragedy like that.
Maeve didn't press the issue. She simply linked her arm through Andres's. "Let's go, honey."
As she walked past Nancy, she left her with a sharp, meaningful smile.
Nancy really never knew when to quit. She had actually tried to weaponize a clueless toddler to cause a miscarriage and kill all three of them.
It was pure, unadulterated venom.
Andres, of course, hadn't missed Nancy's dirty trick either.
If Maeve hadn't been holding his arm, he would have slapped Nancy across the face without a second thought.
"Ah!"
Maeve and Andres hadn't made it far down the hall when a piercing shriek echoed behind them.
Glancing back, they realized things had taken a chaotic turn.
The little boy Nancy had tripped clearly knew exactly who had caused his fall. He knew that awful woman was the culprit.
Immediate revenge was apparently the toddler's motto.
The second Maeve stepped away, the boy charged straight at Nancy, slamming his entire body weight into her.
Caught completely off guard, Nancy lost her balance and crashed hard onto the floor. Her agonizing scream was loud enough to pierce eardrums.
The boy's parents were absolutely horrified.
"Pip, what are you doing?!"
The little boy pointed a small, accusing finger at Nancy. "Mommy, that mean lady tripped me first!"
Landon snapped, "Don't spout nonsense, you brat."
But Pip's little playmate immediately chimed in to back him up.

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