A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Brendan frowned, then sank back into his seat. Alessia had a point–everything needs to happen step by step. With so many students at the school, tossing Ivan into such a completely unfamiliar environment, especially when he hardly speaks, could easily lead to the same issues he’d faced in kindergarten.

It was good that Ivan was finally willing to take this step, but if they pushed him too hard and things got worse, all their progress would be for nothing.

“So, Lessie, what are you suggesting?” Karen’s voice trembled with worry.

“I’d like to enroll Ivan at Berlington Elementary.”

“Berlington Elementary?” Brendan repeated, surprise coloring his tone.

Berlington Elementary was just like the academy Alessia herself had attended–a top–tier, prestigious school for the children of aristocrats. The curriculum was leagues ahead of ordinary schools, designed to foster well–rounded students. Horseback riding and archery were just the beginning; there were also courses in design, engineering, and more. The school had dedicated planners and psychologists, and its philosophy centered on joyful learning, never putting undue pressure on the students.

“Berlington tailors each student’s curriculum based on a talent assessment. For kids like Ivan, who have unique gifts, it’s a much better fit than an ordinary school.”

“I get what you’re saying, Lessie. There’s no doubt Berlington is a fantastic school,” Brendan said, “but… the real issue isn’t us being unwilling to send Ivan–it’s that, given our family’s circumstances, the school simply wouldn’t accept him.”

Alessia tilted her head, a confident smile lighting up her face.

I said–leave it

a way?” Brendan asked, hope flickering in his

to have a

the talent assessment, and they’re recommended through this pathway, tuition and fees are fully waived. I happen to have a referral spot; honestly, I’d almost forgotten about it. Now it won’t go to

pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, her eyes brimming

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daughter had never enjoyed a moment of the family’s former glory. Instead, she’d returned only to share in their hardship and–without complaint–had done everything she could

didn’t have to do any of this. She could have lived just fine on her own, without being weighed down

the kind of child people wanted to cherish and protect. Yet

ached with regret. How could she have been so

over and pulled Alessia into a tight