"Everyone Thought the Gate Agent Destroyed the Pitiful Mother When He Slapped Her, Until She Made One Call and the Entire Terminal Went Completely Silent. "

Chapter 6

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"Are you okay? Let me help you up," I said frantically, reaching out a hand.The toddler was screaming hysterically, clutching her mother's coat in absolute terror.I expected the mother to be sobbing. I expected her to be hyperventilating, begging for help, or panicking about the police being called on her.But as she slowly sat up, declining my hand, a chill ran straight down my spine.She wasn't crying.There were no tears in her eyes. There was no fear in her expression.The left side of her face was already blooming with a dark, angry red handprint, but her features were entirely, terrifyingly composed.She looked at Marcus.It wasn't a look of anger. It was a look of cold, calculating finality."I'm fine," she whispered to me, her voice entirely void of emotion.She gently set her crying toddler on the ground next to her broken duffel bag, smoothing the little girl's hair with a remarkably steady hand.Then, she reached into the deep pocket of her coat.She didn't pull out a tissue. She didn't pull out her boarding pass to plead her case to the arriving security guards.She pulled out a sleek, black smartphone.It didn't look like a standard commercial phone. It was completely encased in heavy-duty matte metal, devoid of any logos or branding.Marcus, still breathing heavily behind the desk, pointed a shaking finger at her.

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