Chapter 308 Good Brother His answer was too straightforward. Cynthia smiled, touched his chubby face, and asked, âWhy?â
Desmond looked down and pursed his lips. After a long time, he snorted. âThose children in the kindergarten are all stupid. I donât want to play with them.â
Alston and Cynthia looked at each other and felt helpless toward Desmond. Then, she looked at Keller and asked, âDo you want to go to the kindergarten? There are many children there. You are so cute. They will like you very much.â
She thought that Keller would be easier to agree with her. Compared to Desmond, she was like a child. But she didnât expect that Keller would hide in Alstonâs arms just after saying this sentence. She grabbed his clothes, pursed her lips, and her eyes were filled with tears and fear.
âNo, I donât want to go to kindergarten. I donât like children...â
Her voice was full of bitterness. Cynthiaâs face turned serious, and she finally realized that something was wrong. She took Keller out of Alstonâs arms, let her sit on her lap, and patted her on the back. She asked her with a gentle voice. âBaby, tell me, why donât you like other children?â
In this soft arms, Kellerâs tears flowed down. She kept wailing, âThey are bad kids. They bully Desmond and me. They donât like me...â
Alstonâs face became colder and colder. He looked at Greg, âIs someone bullying them?â
Gregâs expression froze. âThere are some children nearby who bullied Keller and Desmond before. But after Mr. Carter helped them, they stopped bullying. We didnât meet those children again, so... nothing unusual was found.â
As he said this, a guilty expression appeared on his face. It was their dereliction of duty that they didnât realize that Desmond and Keller were being bullied.
Seeing the guilty on Gregâs face, Desmond stretched out his small hands to hold him and said, âItâs not your fault. Iâm strong now, and they dare not bully my sister and me. Every time you are away, they will laugh at us and scold us, but itâs okay. Anyway, those canât hurt us.â
Keller sat in Cynthiaâs arms. Her nose was red, and she cried while listening to her brotherâs words. She nodded her head. âYes, my brother is very strong, they dare not bully us.â
Cynthia felt distressed when she heard it. She was very busy with work before and never noticed these things, which led to Keller and Desmond being bullied.
They didnât want to go to kindergarten, perhaps because they were afraid of meeting those children.
Thinking of this, she hugged them into her arms and kissed their foreheads. âBaby, not all the children in the kindergarten are bad kids. There are also many cute and beautiful kids like you. They will like you. They are willing to make friends and play games with you. There are gentle teachers and beautiful toys in the kindergarten...â
Cynthia talked a lot, and Kellerâs tense face gradually eased. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and longing. Desmondâs mind was also much more mature. He has no interest in kindergarten, but seeing his sisterâs eager look, he pursed his lips and didnât say anything against it.
He has no objection to going to school. If she didnât want to leave, he wouldnât either. If she was interested in studying at school, he would be there to protect her from being bullied.
âSo, do you want to go?â Cynthia asked and looked at Keller.
Keller twisted her fingers and asked in a sticky voice. âReally? Is the kindergarten as good as you said?â
âI never lied to you, did I?â
Keller cocked his head and thought for a long time, finally making a decision. âIâll try. If the kindergarten is really as good as you said, I will go there every day!â
âOkay! My good girl!â Cynthia scratched her nose.
After that, she looked at Desmond. Before she could speak, Desmond pretended to be impatient and said. âKeller wants to go, and so will 1. She is so stupid that she cries when she is bullied. No one dares to bully her when I am here.â
Cynthia smiled helplessly. Desmond was really a good brother. With his words, Cynthia also breathed a sigh of relief.
Keller has a lively personality, but she is a little silly and easily deceived and bullied. With Desmondâs protection, she didnât need to worry so much.
Mrs. Lewis took the two kids back to the room.
Only then did Alston look at Cynthia. Seeing her worried look, he couldnât help asking, âSince youâre so worried, why donât you let them go to kindergarten? Anyway, they can learn at home.â
âNo.â Cynthia was serious. âThey canât stop making friends because they are afraid of being bullied. If they meet difficulties one day, they can only hide behind forever?â
âListen, they must be sent to school. Otherwise, they will have no friends for the rest of their lives, and they will always be lonely. Can you bear to see your son and daughter like this?â
Alston looked at her tense face, he smiled and said, âYouâre right. You have the final say in everything at home. You have the final say.
Î When he said this, the anger in her heart dissipated inexplicably. Cynthia gave him a helpless look, and then said to Greg.
âPlease choose carefully about the school and prepare for the information about kindergartens in Jadney City. I want to make a comparison.â
âYes, Mrs. Smith.â Greg replied.
Cynthia stood up and asked Joyce to go out together. She wanted to prepare something that her two children needed to take to school.
As soon as they went out, the smile on Alstonâs face disappeared. He looked at Greg and said in a cold voice. âFind out who had bullied my children. Since their parents canât teach their kids, Iâll help them.â
Gregâs expression froze. âOkay, Iâll ask someone to do it.â
Cynthia and Joyce came back with many shopping bags.
Alston looked at the pile of bags on the sofa, and then looked at Cynthia with a smile. âWhy did you buy so many things?â
âNot much, just some schoolbags, towels, kettle, blankets for naps in the kindergarten...â She said a long list.
He went over to look and found that these things were all commonly used brands. Seeing Cynthia on the sofa, he went over, put her calf on his knee, and gently massaged it.
Cynthia felt relaxed. She let out a sigh, leaned on Alstonâs shoulder, and hummed comfortably.
Alston looked at her fondly and adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable. âYouâre so tired. Why donât you let them send it over here?â
Cynthia closed her eyes and shook her head. âNo, I have to pick them myself. I didnât take good care of them in the past three years. Now that I have free time, I just want to do my best as a mother.â
As she was talking, she fell silent. Alston looked over and found that she was asleep and breathing evenly.
Alston smiled helplessly. He picked her up.
Greg walked in and was about to speak when Alston gave him a wink, only then did he see that Mrs. Smith had fallen asleep.
Alston gently carried Cynthia upstairs and put her on the bed. He took off her shoes and put a quilt on her. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he closed the door quietly and went downstairs.
Greg handed Alston a stack of papers. âThese are the information of the childrenâs families.â
Alston read them one by one. He frowned. âIâm not impressed with these families...â
âTheyâre all small families. Most of them are upstarts who have just emerged recently.â Greg explained.
The Smithâs house has been here for a long time. The houses in this region were very expensive. But there were also some cheaper communities around. These children lived there and often came here.