Stella Sterling's voice carried a threat.
The little boy instantly stopped struggling, even forcing his tears back.
He blinked his big eyes at Stella Sterling, looking utterly pitiful.
Such a sight would have softened the heart of anyone with even a shred of kindness.
A child that age, with that kind of expression—who wouldn't be overcome with sympathy?
But Stella Sterling simply watched him calmly, her brow furrowed.
She loosened her grip, and the boy tumbled into the grass. He opened his mouth to wail again, but one cold glance from Stella Sterling made him choke it back.
He sniffled, looking aggrievedly at Stella Sterling.
'How can this person be so cold-blooded? How could she be so ruthless to a little kid like me?'
Stella Sterling looked down at him. "Were you the one messing with my car door earlier?"
A four or five-year-old child, even before the apocalypse, wouldn't have been completely clueless.
