Chapter 96
Yet, in her past life, Griffin had succeeded in harming her, despite everything she had endured. Aurora mused, “Who says children are innocent? Children can be deceitful and cruel, spoiled by their parents into causing more harm than adults.” She vividly remembered Griffin yanking off her strapless dress at a party, making her the subject of ridicule. She recalled him slipping rat poison into her water, necessitating a hospital visit and stomach pumping. And she hadn’t forgotten him sneaking strange men into her room and locking the door from the outside. Aurora remembered it all—incident after incident, too many to forget.
Just then, Griffin, who had been playing in the garden, spotted Aurora by the door. “Miss, who are you?” he grinned cheekily, having never seen her before. He noticed her striking beauty, his eyes lingering on the bag in her hand as if trying to decipher her identity. At that moment, he truly looked like an innocent child.
Aurora smiled warmly. “I’m Aurora. I’m your elder sister.” Maura, of course, was his second elder sister.
Griffin's expression immediately soured. He pouted, spat, and sneered, “I only have one sister, and you’re not her. You’re a filthy wretch.”
Aurora thought, ‘Look at him. Even so young, he already knows how to assess a situation. Jaxon and Stacy raised him well. He’s a little devil, full of malicious tricks. How could I have ever believed their nonsense about him being just a child in my past life?’
Griffin steered his toy car toward Aurora, shouting, “You wretch, I’m going to run you over!” The electric car, capable of supporting around 220 pounds, could seriously injure someone caught off guard. He sped up, the wind whipping his hair back, his chubby face contorted with malice.
“Ms. Crawford, watch out!” the servant cried, attempting to grab the car, but it was too fast.
Aurora saw Griffin’s vicious grin and smirked, thinking, ‘A disobedient brat like him needs a good beating!’ As the car sped toward her, she calmly stepped back and kicked the side. The vehicle wobbled and swerved, sending Griffin crashing into a pillar at the iron gate.
“Mr. Crawford, are you alright?” The frightened servant rushed to check. The car’s cushioning prevented injury, but Griffin was shaken. He flung open the door, his face flushed with rage. Shoving past the servant, he raised his fist, ready to strike Aurora. “You filthy wretch! How dare you kick my car? I’ll kill you!”
Griffin, Jaxon's only son, was spoiled rotten. At six or seven, he was already about four feet tall, chubby and full of energy. Charging like a small bull, even the servant couldn't restrain him. Aurora raised her hand, placing it firmly on his head, preventing him from landing a blow.
“I’m going to bite you to death!” Unable to hit her, Griffin grabbed her arm, opened his mouth wide, and aimed to bite. His mother and sister had already told him Aurora was a bastard who would take everything he loved and spend his father’s money; he had to get rid of her.
Aurora's gaze was cold. She yanked her hand back, causing Griffin to fall, his hands landing on his face. He bit his tongue hard. The sharp pain brought tears, fueling his rage. He glared at Aurora, determined on revenge.
“Grab her!” Griffin ordered the servants, his eyes gleaming. “I’m going to run her over!”
Such blatant evil made the servants shudder. They exchanged uneasy glances, but no one moved. One servant tried reasoning with him, “Mr. Crawford, Ms. Crawford is your sister. You can’t do this.” It wasn't just that; no one should be treated this way.
But Griffin, used to getting his way, was unmoved. Hands on hips, he pointed at Aurora. “Hurry up! If you don’t, I’ll have Dad throw you both out!”
Aurora massaged her temples, his incessant shouting giving her a headache. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, twisted his arm, and tugged his ear. In a firm but gentle tone, she said, “Griffin, I’m your sister. How could you try to run me over?”
Griffin howled, spitting at her while screaming at the servants, “Why are you standing there like idiots? Get this wretch off me! When Dad gets home, I’ll have him beat you to death!”
Aurora’s gaze turned icy. She pressed on a spot that stung sharply but wouldn't leave a mark. Griffin screamed.
The servant quickly pleaded, “Ms. Crawford, please let Mr. Griffin go. Mr. Crawford will be furious.”
Aurora held Griffin firmly, tightening her grip as his struggles intensified. His screams were, to her, more pleasant than his earlier racket. “You’ve all seen it. Griffin picked up bad habits in the countryside. He even tried to run me over.”
“As his elder sister, it’s my duty to teach him a lesson, don’t you think?”
The servant thought, ‘It’s not unreasonable, but Mr. Griffin’s wails are heartbreaking. He looks utterly pitiful.’
“You don’t understand,” Aurora continued. “When kids are punished, they cry louder if someone’s watching. I barely touched him. How much strength do you think I really used?” She switched pressure points, and Griffin wailed louder. “Wretch, I’ll kill you!”
Aurora, amused, turned to the servants. “See how loud he’s crying? Doesn’t that prove I’m not using any force? If I were, could he scream like that?”
The servants nodded. Children behaved that way. They’d get up from falls when alone, but bawl in front of adults.