"Great-grandpa, a classmate pushed me on purpose, and my forehead hit the corner of the table. It hurt so much… I bled a lot…" Wilhelm complained.As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, making him look pitiful.Pedro's expression darkened as he demanded, "What kind of teachers does that kindergarten have? Our family invests so much every year. Are they just sitting around doing nothing?!"He turned his gaze to Jane and asked, "Did they expel the kid who pushed Wil?"Seeing Pedro getting to the point, Jane sighed. She feigned a troubled look as if weighing whether to reveal the truth."What exactly happened? Don't beat around the bush!" Pedro urged.Jane glanced at the nearby maid and instructed, "Take Wil out to play in the garden."The maid nodded and led Wilhelm away from the living room.Once the living room was left with just Jane and Pedro, she sat opposite him and said, "Grandpa, it might be hard to deal with the kid who pushed Wil."Pedro glared. "Hard to deal with?
Jane lowered her gaze, a flicker of resentment in her eyes. She would never allow herself to be overshadowed by Nyla forever."Alright, Grandpa, I know what I need to do," she replied."I'm tired now. You take Wil to play for a bit, and stay for dinner tonight," Pedro said.Once he left, Jane got up and headed to the garden.In the garden, Wilhelm was bossing a servant to climb a tree and pick the highest orange. The servant struggled but could barely reach the fruit.Wilhelm looked up, his small face showing impatience as he barked, "You can't even pick an orange? I'll have Great-grandpa fire you!"With his urging and threats, the servant gritted his teeth and climbed a bit higher until he finally managed to grab the orange.Unexpectedly, the moment he touched it, a loud crack echoed as a branch snapped beneath him.He fell to the ground, screaming in pain upon impact. "Ah! It hurts so much!"He clutched his broken leg, his face contorted in agony as cold sweat dripped from h
Wilhelm froze for a moment, then shook off Jane's hand as he processed the situation, whining, "No! He hurt me. He has to be expelled!"Once the center of attention in class, Wilhelm had enjoyed the adoration of his classmates.However, since Mason's arrival, those who once fawned over him had turned their affections toward Mason instead, leaving Wilhelm feeling isolated each day. Only by getting rid of Mason could he reclaim their attention.Seeing Wilhelm's angry little face, Jane sighed and crouched down to speak to him slowly. "Wil, Mason's father is very influential. Daddy and Mommy can't provoke him. If you really don't want to see Mason anymore, how about I transfer you to another school?""No! I don't want to transfer schools!" Wilhelm protested. "Mommy, didn't you say you could do anything? Why can't you get the principal to expel Mason?"He shouted, "You liar! You're a big liar! I won't believe anything you say anymore!"Wilhelm shoved Jane away and ran for the door.
As Nyla was about to finish her work in the evening, Ruby gestured for her to look out the window.Nyla was surprised to see Damon standing outside. He was dressed in a gray suit, looking tall and poised, his dark eyes fixed on her with a warm, tender gaze.Ruby spoke up. "Nyla, you should go. I can tidy up here. Don't keep Mr. Sumner waiting."Noticing the teasing tone in her voice, Nyla couldn't help but smile. "Alright, thank you. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow.""Sounds good," Ruby replied.As Nyla walked out of the lab, she took off her lab coat and asked, "Why are you getting off work so early today?"Typically, she was the one leaving first. Sometimes, Damon stayed late, and she'd spend time in the office catching up on literature.Damon looked at her. Today, she wore a dress with a classic cut, her long hair simply tied back with a hair tie, giving her a neat and capable appearance. Despite not wearing any makeup, she was still stunning."The meeting ended early. Whe
Noticing Damon's displeasure, Walter quickly said, "Mr. Sumner, I'll check who it is.""Mm," Damon hummed in agreement.As soon as Walter stepped out of the car, the driver's door of the BMW opened.Jane emerged, dressed in a pure white suit. She walked straight to Damon's rear window and gently tapped on it."Mr. Sumner, I believe you've heard about the fight between Mr. Mason and my son at school. I'm here to discuss how we can resolve this matter," she said.Damon rolled down the window, his expression blank. "Ms. Wilkie, how do you propose to resolve this?"Jane hadn't anticipated Damon taking this tone, considering that Mason had pushed Wilhelm, resulting in Wilhelm's injuries.Even if he was accustomed to being high and mighty, wouldn’t he at least be a bit more accommodating?If it were someone else, Jane would have gone straight to the police by now instead of coming to negotiate.Suppressing her anger, she forced a smile and asked, "Mr. Sumner, would you mind discussi
"No, thanks. I like playing by myself," Mason replied, recalling how he had always lost to Damon in their previous games.He had no desire to play building blocks with him again.Damon wasn't offended by his son's rejection. Smiling, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you afraid of losing to me?"Mason shot him a glance but didn't respond—his expression clearly said, "Do you really need to ask?""Buddy, as a boy, you should face challenges bravely and keep trying until you finally beat me," Damon coaxed.Mason didn't even look up as he stacked another block. "Daddy, there's a saying about knowing when to back off. I play with building blocks for fun. If I keep losing to you in every game, it just makes me unhappy and defeats the purpose of playing."Damon was momentarily taken aback by Mason's words, feeling uncharacteristically speechless.After a few seconds, he finally spoke up. "Buddy, I want to know what happened at school today. Can you tell me about it?""I already tol
Nyla avoided Damon's gaze, pondering how to respond.After several seconds, Damon's deep voice broke the silence. "Still haven't figured out what to say? Then I might just—""Wait!" Nyla quickly raised her head, placing a hand over his mouth as she met his stare. "No matter what I say, you're just going to say it isn't good enough and keep doing what you were doing, right?"In her clear eyes, Damon saw his own reflection, feeling as if he were the only person in her world.His gaze suddenly turned intense and locked onto hers with a predatory focus, leaving no room for escape.Heat rose in Nyla's cheeks under his piercing stare. She bit her lip and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?!"Did he realize how intimidating that look was? It felt as if he wanted to devour her whole.Damon remained silent, the tension between them thickening.Nyla felt her hand, which rested against his chest, weaken. Should she just beg for mercy to get him to let her go?Just as she was con
"Nathaniel, what do you want?" Rebecca asked.Seeing the wariness and fear in her eyes, Nathaniel smiled and calmly took a seat across from her."I'm not here to do anything. I just wanted to chat," he replied.Rebecca's hands trembled subconsciously in her lap, convinced that this must be some new way for Nathaniel to torment her. If her response didn't satisfy him, he would definitely resort to violence again.Sadly, she had nowhere else to go.Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze and said, "Don't forget, I'm supposed to go out to sea with Mr. Nuttall the day after tomorrow. If he finds out I'm hurt…"Nathaniel chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't lay a finger on you today."Rebecca's tense back relaxed slightly at his words, but she still looked at him with lingering fear."What do you want to talk about?" she asked.For the past few years, Nathaniel had treated her with disdain, even hatred, blaming her for the fallout between him and Damon. They rarely had