Chapter 533

Baimo hadn’t paid it much mind—until he saw Freyja out there, alone, facing down a crowd. She sat in her wheelchair, still trading barbs with them, and something in his chest stirred. He marched over, planting himself in front of her.

The loudmouths who’d been snarling just seconds ago clammed up fast, their faces shifting from smug to scared.

A smirk tugged at Baimo’s lips. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Need a recap of what you were yapping about?”

“Young Master Baimo, we’re sorry!” one blurted. “It was just talk—we didn’t spread it everywhere. Please, let it slide…”

“Please forgive us!” another chimed in.

One by one, they dropped to their knees.