The girl's excitement was palpable. “Wow! Can I get your autograph and a picture? You're amazing!" she exclaimed, grabbing Lilah's arm with wide, sparkling eyes.

This level of admiration from another girl was a first for Lilah, making her slightly flustered.

“Wow, it's really her!"

“The one who's famous after the competition!"

“She's so cool! Let's get autographs too!"

A surge of enthusiastic youngsters, both girls and boys, swarmed Lilah, inadvertently pushing Gerard and Jerrold aside. The two exchanged helpless glances.

Not far away, Karol watched the scene with a simmering anger.

Why Lilah? Why was this lucky bitch basking in all the adoration? It wasn't fair!

Gritting her teeth, Karol forced a smile and weaved her way through the crowd.

Lilah pulled Jerrold along, their pace quickening as they finally managed to evade the throng of maniac fans.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out behind them. “Lilah? What a coincidence! I didn't expect to see you here.”

It was Karol.

Lilah felt annoyed.

Karol was like a clingy ghost, always turning up unexpectedly.

“\ihat's the matter?" Lilah asked, her voice tinged with irritation.

She instinctively hid Jerrold behind her, shielding him protectively.

Karol's eyes immediately noticed the boy, her gaze turning cold.

She felt a pang of frustration, having already done something to the boy last time, limiting her ability to pull another trick now.

"I want to apologize, Lilah. I shouldn't have doubted you in front of everyone. I didn't realize you knew Taekwondo. I've underestimated you," Karol said with a chuckle.

Lilah looked at her quietly, skepticism etched on her face.

Jerrold suddenly spoke up. “Mommy, can we leave? I don't want to see her."

Children have a natural ability to sense good and bad.

Much to their surprise, Karol stepped closer, squatted down, and grabbed Jerrold's hand. She pulled out a lollipop from her handbag, smiling brightly.

"Jerrold, call me Aunt Karol. I'm your mother's younger sister,"