Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 502

**Doomsday Rebirth 502**
**Chapter 502: Lessons, Gifts, and a Screaming Wall**

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As the dust settled from Denton’s unfortunate encounter, Caroline stepped into the fray, her expression a mix of concern and authority. “Denton meant well, but let’s put a stop to this right now.” Tyler, still wearing an icy glare, finally released his grip, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction.

Denton, nursing his sore backside, let out a wail that echoed through the air. “Caroline, you could’ve intervened and stopped Tyler earlier!” His voice was a mixture of pain and indignation, a child’s cry for justice.

With a gentle touch, Caroline reached out and ruffled his hair, her voice softening. “I understand your intentions were good, Denton. But you need to learn that some actions have consequences. Yes, you needed those hits to truly grasp the lesson.”

Denton’s howls continued, each one a reminder of his miscalculation. In that moment, he felt as if Caroline was just as strict, if not stricter, than Tyler. This realization weighed heavily on him; it was a grim realization that he hadn’t anticipated.

Caroline and Tyler were not heartless; they simply recognized that the boy’s enthusiasm had led him astray this time. He had meant well, but his plan, while seemingly detailed at first glance, was riddled with flaws and gaps that could not be overlooked.

Now, it fell upon Caroline and Tyler to clean up the chaos that had ensued.

Next, they turned their attention to Nelson, who had been swept up in Denton’s misguided scheme. Caroline approached him with caution, inspecting him from head to toe, her maternal instincts kicking in. Only when she confirmed he was unhurt did she allow herself a moment of relief.

Yet, he too received a reprimand.

Noticing the pallor of his face, Caroline quickly retrieved a cupcake from her storage space. She handed it to him with a warm smile. “Here, take this. Enjoy it, and for goodness’ sake, don’t follow Denton’s nonsense again.”

Denton was still young, clearly lacking in wisdom, but Nelson? His intelligence often overshadowed most others. How could he have been led astray by Denton into such a ludicrous situation?

“But I wanted to give you a gift too,” Nelson said, his big, honest eyes glimmering with sincerity.

Denton, overhearing the difference in treatment, felt a surge of indignation. “Mrs. Lowland, don’t treat us so differently!” he shouted, his voice a mix of desperation and frustration.

That title, “Mrs. Lowland,” was one he had secretly used in his mind many times, but to vocalize it was a leap he had never taken before.

As soon as the words escaped his lips, an uncanny silence enveloped the group.

Even Caroline’s face flushed with surprise, the heat creeping up her cheeks betraying her usual composure.

Caroline rummaged through her storage space once more, this time retrieving a sleek stick she had come across during a survival-gear livestream. The host had been boasting endlessly about its prowess in combat. “Here, take this,” she said, handing it to Tyler. “I think Denton still doesn’t grasp the seriousness of the situation. You went a bit too easy on him.”

Tyler, his own face tinged with embarrassment, accepted the stick and rolled up his sleeves, ready to face whatever came next.

In a moment of sheer panic, Denton screamed and bolted, his small frame disappearing from Caroline’s sight.

What he didn’t anticipate was that, after running a safe distance, he would be caught once again.

He instinctively covered his head, his voice trembling. “Tyler, I-I didn’t mean it! I just shouted whatever came to mind!”

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