Chapter 84 The Vixen
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“Excuse me, what exactly do you mean by that?” Freya hadn’t even spoken yet when the brat’s mother suddenly yanked her husband’s arm and shot Freya a look full of disgust and hostility.
“I’m just kindly reminding this young lady not to throw her life away on a crooked tree. Why are you overreacting? I didn’t say anything else,” the man replied, clearly annoyed, and pulled his arm out of her grip.
“You think I don’t know what’s going through your head?” the woman snapped. “Let me tell you something–if I find out you’re up to your tricks again, I’ll go straight to your parents and have a nice long chat about it. We’ll see what they think!”
She then turned to glare at Freya, her tone sharp and loaded with meaning as she continued talking to her husband:
“Sure, some women might look good on the outside, but they’re nothing but vixens! Aren’t you afraid they’ll suck the life out of you after charming you to death? They only want your money. I’m the only one who truly cares about you–how can you not see that?”
Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time Freya had ever been called a vixen. Okay, the woman hadn’t said it straight to her face, but she might as well have. Still, instead of getting angry, Freya found herself a little amused.
Wasn’t that just another way of saying she was gorgeous?
Honestly, in her past life, she used to daydream about being a rich, stunning “vixen” type–though not the kind that seduced people for fun, of course.
But while being flattered for her looks was one thing, letting someone throw around baseless insults was another. Just because the woman hadn’t pointed a finger didn’t mean she could get away with slander. Freya definitely wasn’t going to sit back and take it.
So she fired back coolly:
“Excuse me, but this is a public space. As much as your marital squabbles are none of our business, since our kids go to the same school, I feel obligated–as a responsible parent–to remind you: save the arguments for home. Don’t set a bad example for the children, and try not to ruin the atmosphere for everyone else. A little basic decency goes a long way.”
Right then, Freya felt a tug on her sleeve. She looked down slightly and asked in a low voice, “What is it?”
Aiden looked up and gave her a big thumbs–up. “Freya, that was amazing.”
“Well, of course it was.” Freya raised her chin just a bit, looking smug. In a quiet voice, she added, “You don’t win arguments against a novelist. We live for this.”
The woman across from her instantly redirected her fire:
“Some people really are born with a vixen’s face. It’s one thing to be a homewrecker–but to keep leeching off others even after your man’s gone broke? Shameless! No conscience whatsoever! People like you are the real bad influence on kids. Ugh!”
But Freya didn’t even glance her way. Instead, she crouched slightly and addressed the chubby little boy, Ronron, who stood frozen and unsure what to do.
“Listen,” she said gently, “sometimes adults behave badly–but that’s not your fault. Just remember: don’t let it rub off on you. We don’t get to choose the family we’re born into, but we can choose what kind of person we become. Before you do something, always stop and ask yourself if it’s the right thing to do. If you do something bad on purpose, that’s your choice. But if you get tricked into doing something wrong and don’t even realize it–that’s just foolish.”
