Freya crouched down in front of Peanut, tears blurring her vision. She gently ced her hand on his head and whispered, "Peanut."


    Peanut heard his name and turned to her, shing a goofy grin.


    Freya bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears, and smiled at him. "I''m your mom, remember?"


    Peanut just kept grinning, not really getting what she meant.


    Seeing him like that, Freya crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down her face.


    The guy next to her exined, "After Getty took over the Kennedy family, she cut off Peanut''s treatment funds and dumped him here. Because he''s got intellectual disabilities, the other kids bully him, and now he''s like this." When Freya walked in earlier, she saw groups of kids ying together, while Peanut was hiding in a corner, all alone.


    He was shunned by everyone, and it was hard to tell if he even understood the sadness of being left out.


    He just kept smiling that goofy smile at everyone. He smiled when they cursed at him, smiled when they hit him, and only cried when it really hurt.


    Freya held Peanut''s hand, a sh of hatred in her eyes.


    For a moment, she didn''t know who to hate more-Walter, Getty, or Alexander.


    And then she thought of Quinn.


    When she was a kid, she had bullied Quinn just like these kids bullied Peanut. Was this karmaing back to bite her?Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Freya had called Quinn a mute, an unwanted mute.


    Her mind raced with memories, emotions all over the ce.


    She couldn''t hold back anymore and hugged Peanut, sobbing.


    Some kids saw them from a distance, watching.


    They hated Peanut, the fool, and now that his mom was here, they hated him even more, mixed with a bit of envy or jealousy.


    "The fool''s mom is here to take him away!" a boy shouted.


    "Why does the fool have a mom who wants him?" someone else asked.


    The kids started jeering, shouting that the fool''s mom hade.


    Freya turned to them, eyes cold, and snapped, "Shut up, all of you!"


    Her shout startled the kids, who scattered but kept shouting that the fool''s mom hade.


    Freya was fuming. Normally, she would''ve given them a piece of her mind.


    But now, she held back.


    Three years in prison had worn her down, and her current situation left her with no confidence. All she could do was endure.


    Freya looked at Peanut, who didn''t understand what "fool" meant andughed along with them.


    Seeing this, Freya''s heart ached.


    She hugged Peanut, choking up. "How about I take you home?"


    Peanuty in her arms, eyes full of confusion. Smelling Freya''s scent, he blinked and stopped smiling.


    He stared nkly at the sky, as if it took a long time for his mind to catch up.


    He reached out his scarred hands and wrapped them around Freya''s neck.


    His movements were cautious, not really understanding what it meant, just copying the other kids who had been taken away, hugging Freya. Peanut stammered out a childish syble.


    "Okay."