No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 472 Did Uncle Zachary Win Auntie Lenora Over

During the kindergarten break, the children were merrily playing in the yard, the lively atmosphere palpable.

Delilah approached, glancing around until her eyes landed on Harrietta. With a warm smile, she called out, "Hattie, your mother is here to see you. Come with me to my office." Harrietta's eyes sparkled at the mention. Aunt Lenora is here? Has Uncle Zachary finally won her over? She doesn't hate me anymore? Did she come to have a heart-to-heart with me? "All right!" she responded cheerfully, sliding down the slide. Her short legs carried her quickly toward the principal, and she obediently followed her inside.

Upon reaching the office, Delilah smiled down at Harrietta. "Your mom is inside. I'll wait out here and leave you two to talk."

"Thank you, Mdm. Delilah!" Harrietta tilted her head up and spoke politely.

"You're welcome, Hattie. You're such a good girl." Delilah gazed into the girl's large, round eyes, unable to resist patting her head. A pang of emotion flickered through her.

She had recently learned that Harrietta was not the biological daughter of Zachary and his wife. Instead, she was the illegitimate child born of an earlier relationship.

The leader's niece, Harrietta's biological mother, had visited the kindergarten to inquire about her, leading to today's meeting.

Delilah had been startled by the revelation. Only after confirming the woman's identity with Zachary did she allow the visit.

Harrietta entered the office eagerly, but the moment her eyes fell on Isla, her smile faltered. She stopped abruptly, disappointment washing over her face. Pouting, she asked, "Why are you here?"

"Hattie, Mommy's here to see you!" Isla greeted her with forced enthusiasm, though irritation flickered briefly in her eyes at Harrietta's shift in expression.

If it weren't for Zachary, she wouldn't have bothered to go through the trouble of pleasing this child.

She softened her tone and gave a patient grin. "I know I've failed as a mother by being absent for the past five years, but I promise to make it up to you moving forward."

Harrietta pursed her lips and replied earnestly, "You don't need to make promises. Aunt Lenora isn't my mom, but she treats me incredibly well. You're my mom, and I'll only like you if you treat me better than she does. Besides, I'll need time to see if you can match what Aunt Lenora has done for me."

In the past, the sight of her mother would have filled Harrietta with joy, finally making her feel she had parents, but things had changed.

She now had a new family and a different mother figure. Though Lenora wasn't her biological mother, her care and kindness had created an unshakable bond. By comparison, her birth mother felt distant and insignificant.

ordinary five-year-old. The realization made her reconsider;

accept me right away, but I promise you, my love for you is genuine. Unlike others who treat you kindly with ulterior motives, I have none. You're still young and might not recognize their hidden agendas, but remember, there's no such thing as a free lunch

felt confident that she wouldn't be inferior to Lenora, given she was Harrietta's biological

a trace of skepticism. Aunt Lenora definitely isn't someone with ulterior motives. The one with such intentions is Uncle Zachary! Previously, he even exploited her fondness for me to win her back and made me act as a spy by her side. And now, this strange woman is obviously trying to use

Zachary weren't her father, she wouldn't have acknowledged

of guilt. Why is she staring at

bought you some snacks. I wasn't sure what

inside. It was filled with an assortment of loose snacks: potato chips, Oreo cookies, waffles, and other tempting

index finger, she glanced at Isla, feeling a little shy. "I like these snacks very much. Thank you,

Isla said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I knew it. Winning over a child is a

she had worried Harrietta would reject her gestures and remain distant. But now, she felt confident. One day, Harrietta would surely

and as the bell signaled the start of class, she said, "It's time for class. I should get going. Goodbye,

classroom, carrying the large bag

she spread some of the snacks on the table. "Molly, you love chips, don't you?

me. It'd be a waste not to eat them. Jenny, here. Take these Oreo biscuits. They're your favorite." Harrietta

the

couple of days, Isla returned to

would supervise their afternoon nap. Isla

children in

figure standing outside the window

and

draw their

kept turning

window, and her gaze met

Isla beamed at her.

irritation clear as she

the bell signaling the end of class rang two minutes later, the