"Let me go! I need to find my mom! My mom!" The young Atticus, though small, was surprisingly strong, throwing punches and kicks at the bodyguard with all his might, squirmed like an eel.
The bodyguard couldn't harm him. So, his grip wasn't too tight, allowing Atticus to twist out of his grasp and bolt.
With reflexes honed from years of training, the bodyguard lunged forward, snagging the back of Atticus' shirt, and hauled him back.
Despite his spirited struggle, Atticus was still just a child, who was no match for the strength of a grown man, much less a trained bodyguard.
His efforts were fruitless.
The four children were brought back to Lysander's side.
No sooner had the bodyguard loosened his grip than Atticus spun on his heel to make another break for it.
But Lysander's large hand shot out, gripping his arm. Atticus whirled around, sinking his teeth into Lysander's hand.
He bit down hard. His whole body strained with the effort.
Lysander held him there. His brows furrowed in a stern expression, but he didn't let go.
The standoff between father and son was tense. One was refusing to let go, the other was refusing to release his bite.
The two bodyguards watched in stunned silence, as their employer was under attack.
Were they supposed to intervene?
But the culprit was someone they couldn't afford to cross.
The bodyguards exchanged a baffled look, caught between a rock and a hard place.
Fitch watched from the sidelines, just as helpless. He had no idea how to handle that situation.
He had never married, never had children, and his butler training hadn't included how to handle kids. He was at a loss, particularly given the high status of those children. They had to be treated with the same deference as Lysander, and couldn’t be forced to do anything.
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