However, Micah was indifferent and did not call these people out on it.

He did not expect that Freya would brush him off and face them alone. Watching her sit in the wheelchair, firmly standing her ground, something stirred in him. He quickly strode over to her. The people who had been loud and aggressive moments earlier suddenly went silent, their faces paling as they noticed his presence.

Micah's lips curled into a cold sneer. "Why did you stop? Need me to remind you what you were saying?"

"Mr. Micah, we're sorry, we were just gossiping. We didn't spread any rumors intentionally. Please forgive us..."

"Please, forgive us!"

The group immediately dropped to their knees. Despite Micah's status as the leader of the Yaren Tribe, the people still called him "Mr. Micah" out of habit, and he had not bothered to correct them. With a cold gaze, Micah looked them over. "If you realize your mistake, then stay on your knees and give yourselves two hundred slaps. Maybe that will help you remember."

"Yes, sir."

answered in unison, and soon, the sound of sharp slaps echoed in the air. Without another glance at them, Micah turned and pushed Freya's wheelchair away. Freya's heart skipped a beat. She could hardly believe that Micah had stood up for

to handle it alone," Micah said

looking for her, only to find her here, arguing

he ended up having to step in and solve it

softened. "This isn't your fault, and I don't blame you. But next time, stay inside and rest until you're

she got

concern, but she remained resolute. "We haven't done anything wrong. They're the ones gossiping, not us. Why should we hide? I want

to her. She valued her life too much to let their harsh words affect her. "You

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