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.

articulate speech and reasoning, noting that she didn't behave like an ordinary five-year-old. The realization made her

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

inferior to Lenora,

Uncle Zachary! Previously, he even exploited her fondness for me to

she wouldn't have acknowledged her at

she staring at me like that? A normal

subject. "I bought you some snacks. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I picked up a

inside. It was filled with an assortment of loose snacks: potato

glanced at Isla, feeling a little shy. "I like these snacks very

more in the future," Isla said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I knew it. Winning over a child is a piece of cake as

her gestures and remain distant. But now, she felt confident. One day, Harrietta would surely start calling

nodded, and as the bell signaled the start of class, she said, "It's time

returned to the classroom, carrying

she spread some of the snacks on the table. "Molly, you love chips, don't you? Here, these are for you." "Thanks! Where did you

lady gave them to me. It'd be a waste not to eat them. Jenny, here. Take these Oreo biscuits. They're your favorite." Harrietta hid a sly smirk. Did that weird lady really think I'm just a child

the

of days, Isla returned to

typically, after the students finished eating, a teacher would supervise their afternoon nap. Isla arrived

children in

distracted. A figure

and

to draw

turning to

glanced toward the window, and her gaze met

Isla beamed at her.

fell, her irritation clear as

bell signaling the end of class rang two minutes later, the room buzzed with