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.

and promises from Leopold, the headteacher finally

couldn't

It's your responsibility to educate them, not

I can't keep them here. What kind of kids manage to blow a

what Vivienne

left holding the

Rivenwood had pegged him as the go-to uncle,

he to complain

fire to their master's residence and then turned a library into their coloring book, his

care of the kids for two days while Leopold was sick, vowed

bitterness, "Don't worry, I'll talk to them. It won't happen

Isaiah, get in

kept the speed to a steady 30 mph for the sake

the change in scenery, asked, "Uncle Leo, why are we taking

wanted to be left

persisted, "You're not planning to get rid of us, are

peaked,

After the

who'd take you?

schools into your playgrounds. If I brought

this, see if you dare

"Uncle Leo, do you not want us

vented, "Count them.

starting preschool, how many

led a whole kinder-garden on a wild goose chase. The principal

thought alone

the fancy kindergartens

no choice but to turn to public

to see the ocean, so we went.

"It's not about being lost. You're

just for them or send them back to Vivienne and resign from his role as the fun

you're just tired of dealing with us. You think we're nothing but