Sir Ares, Goodnight

Rose put her hand on her heart. Every child was a parent's treasure. Any parent would feel heartbroken to see their child getting beaten up. She had told Robbie that little b*stard many times before, asking him not to bully the weak just because he was strong. He actually stepped out of line this time?

When the homeroom teacher was done talking, she did not criticize Rose but merely said to Rose in an extremely stern manner, "Ms. Loyle, I hope you can face your children's problems squarely and work with us to improve their shortcomings."

"I will," Rose replied.

The homeroom teacher left with a smile. Rose looked a t the two children whose tiny heads were dropped so low that they were about to be buried into the ground. There was also the extremely worried-looking Baby Zetty.

"Raise your heads!" Rose stretched out her hands, lifting one chin in each hand.

She then squeezed out a magnanimous smile at Jenson and Baby Robbie. "Let's go home first."

Jenson looked at his tender-looking mommy suspiciously. Did Baby Robbie not say that Mommy was very ruthless when she lost her temper?

Baby Zetty's hand

leave.

wimpy kids, Baby Robbie and Jenson, followed her

beat us up if we do something wrong? Why doesn't Mommy look angry at all?" Baby Robbie placed his tiny hand next to his mouth and whispered softly, "Before execution, the executioner will always give the prisoner awaiting

sent shivers down Jenson's spine. His expression turned gloomy

Jenson's hand. "How does Daddy punish

the corner,"

of relief. "That's good. As long as we won't get beaten up twice, then we should have half of

his expression turning even more

the innocent

with the toys for a while?" Baby Zetty held Rose's

her in advance that if Mommy lost control and nearly beat them to death, then as their sleeper agent, Baby Zetty would be responsible to call Daddy for help. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

"Be good, Zetty. Go upstairs and