The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1072

Five years later.

At the Rivenwood Public Kindergarten, in the office.

"Snap!"

"I'm at my wit's end, just look at this! How many times has it been?"

The headteacher's face was a palette of frustration, sitting at her desk, eyes blazing with anger.

What on earth had she done in her past life to deserve dealing with these two little reincarnations of mischief?

Leopold glanced at the photo on the desk, his mouth twitching in annoyance, yet he managed to maintain his composure. "Kiera, please, calm down. Have some tea. Whatever the cost, we'll cover it twice over. Kids will be kids, after all. Please be patient with them." Outside the window, two kids in red uniforms were tiptoeing to peek inside, watching Leopold bending over backward to smooth things over.

One whispered to the other, "Sis, think Uncle Leo can smooth things over with Kiera this time?"

Juliette blinked her eyes, a relieved expression on her face, "Uncle Leo's handled this stuff loads of times. Piece of cake. Besides, who else could we possibly call?"

Isaiah, his face betraying a maturity beyond his years, countered, "But what if Uncle Leo goes back and snitches to Mom again?"

At the mention, Juliette's eyes sparkled with mischief, mirroring the look of their mother Vivienne, "I have a plan, guaranteed to keep Uncle Leo from breathing a word of this."

Isaiah, skeptical, moved closer to hear her out but was already doubting the feasibility.

"Are you sure?"

"Remember last time? Uncle Leo tried to cover for you, and mom gave him one look, and he spilled everything. We ended up kneeling at the door for an entire afternoon. Forgot about that?"

If it weren't for grandpa stepping in, sending grandma to plead on their behalf, they'd have been kneeling till midnight, thanks to mom's temper.

Juliette raised an eyebrow, confidence oozing, "This time it's different. Uncle Leo will definitely agree."

Inside the office.

much persuasion and promises from Leopold, the headteacher finally calmed

couldn't just

It's your responsibility to educate them, not just lip

keep them here. What kind of kids manage to

what Vivienne meant by

was left holding

him as the go-to uncle,

was he to complain

where they accidentally set fire to their master's residence and then turned a library into their

heartbreaking part was when Griffin, after taking care of the kids for two

swallowed his bitterness, "Don't worry, I'll

calling out to the window, "Juliette, Isaiah, get in here and

to a steady 30

are we taking

be left alone

not planning to

peaked, "Get

you? After

take you?

your playgrounds. If I brought you home, there'd be

"I'm telling Vivienne about this, see if you dare do it

up, "Uncle Leo, do you not want us anymore?" "Stop playing the victim. If anyone's suffering,

vented, "Count them.

starting preschool, how many

you been through? Six! And last month, if I hadn't intervened, you'd have led a whole kinder-garden on a wild goose chase. The principal called me up,

alone terrified

the fancy kindergartens in

left with no choice but to turn to public

the ocean, so we went. It's not like we

at his wit's end, "It's not about being lost. You're only five. What

send them back

just tired of dealing with us. You think we're