Chapter 5
The second child, a precocious nine-year-old girl, hurled a wet sponge directly toward Clara’s pristine ruby red silk shoulder with shocking velocity.
Clara didn't flinch or scream; she simply tilted her head one inch to the left, letting the sponge splatter harmlessly against the stainless steel refrigerator behind her.
"Nice throw, sweetheart, but your targeting calculation lacked proper follow-through," Clara whispered, her dark eyes locking onto the child with chilling amusement.
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The little girl blinked in sudden defeat, lowering her arm as Clara’s unshakable confidence completely dismantled her disruptive momentum.
Sophie, meanwhile, had successfully quieted the toddler, rocking him gently against her blush pink sheath dress while humming a soft, soothing melody.
