Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Early the next morning.

When Ava was still in bed, she had reminded Frank repeatedly that even if he knew that Cyril's performance in school was terrible, he could not do anything out of line in public. He had to give the child at least some respect. If he could not take it anymore, he had to endure it until he returned home. She would not stop him.

Frank guaranteed to take Cyril from second to last to the top of the class last night. Ava had always believed in Frank's ability to do things. Naturally, she also believed that Frank would not lie to her.

After all, Frank had never lied to her. He always did what he promised.

At Athana High School.

A Mercedes-Benz car and a Porsche car met at the school gate due to fate. The windows of the two cars rolled down at the same time and greeted each other. The automatic gate of the school gate had already opened.

The two parents in the driver's seat were wearing masks and sunglasses. They looked like they didn't want to be recognized.

They nodded at each other and drove into the school gate one after another.

It could be said that they had a tacit understanding.

The two guards at the door shook their heads helplessly and said affirmatively, "It's obvious that they're the parents of mischievous children.” Another guard said, "Their score is probably in the bottom of the list. Otherwise, why would their parents come to the parent- teacher conference like this?" The guard nodded in agreement.

In the parking space, two cars were parked across from each other. There was a BMW in the middle. The two people who got out of the car only took off their sunglasses but not their masks.

Frank slammed the door and said to Edward, who had just closed the door, "Didn't Harper ask Rose to come?" Edward didn't answer Frank's question. Wasn't this an obvious question? Why was he asking nonsense? "Didn't Cyril find someone else to come?" The two of them smiled at the same time and walked towards the classroom designated by the teacher.

The largest multimedia classroom in the school was already filled with many parents. Frank and Edward tacitly raised their legs and walked up the steps to the last row side by side, trying their best to reduce their presence.

Ten minutes later, the prelude to the parent-teacher conference began. The teacher in charge of the parent-teacher conference invited the principal of Athana High School to speak on stage. The audience applauded warmly.

It lasted for a few minutes before it quietened down.

There were manuscripts on the podium table, and the principal's official words came through the black microphone. "First of all, | would like to thank all the parents for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend our Athana High School's annual parent-teacher conference..." Frank and Edward didn't listen to the rest of the sentence. One of them leaned lazily against the back of the chair, while the other sat upright without taking off their mask.

Half an hour later.

the teaching principles. He cited SAT scores from previous years. His lips under the mask moved. "The principal said that the total score of the college entrance examination has never been lower than 1000 points. Harper broke the record. You have to pay attention to it. You have to live up to your straight A student status." Edward replied gently, "Cyril was 1001." The simple answer was a reminder. Frank could

be as good as our Nona." Edward said, "Cyril is like you, Nona is like Ava." This time, Edward did not call her sister-in-law. Frank was not angry, nor did he ask him to

mood. "A top student is indeed a top student. You're quite insightful.” The

people on the podium had already taken turns changing several batches, from the principal and vice-principal, to the dean of

door. Frank and

15 minutes later.

famous because of his son, to the point of wearing a mask at a parent- teacher meeting. No matter what, he

under the mask did not disappear. He walked towards the door. Edward sighed and followed behind. He

Edward parted ways. Cyril's classroom was on Building 1, and

enduring the parent-teacher conferences. The children at home were also

At the Roberts’ Villa.

kept glancing outside, and he cursed in his heart. Why did the parent-teacher meeting have to

shook her head helplessly. "If you knew this would happen, why did you become a bad student? Learn from Nona. Won't you be afraid of your father's expression after the parent-teacher meeting?" At this moment, there were only had Grace and two children in the

was becoming more and more like Grace's style. It was

Ava. At the same

want to either. | only have so much brain capacity.” "If you have the time to stand at the door and wait for your father, why don't you finish your homework upstairs like Nona? When your father comes back, he will criticize

down to look downstairs. When he realized that his father was not back, he resigned himself to his fate and pushed open the

her

the mother and son sat opposite each other. On one side, Juana was sitting in

to talk to you." Her phone dinged. Rose raised her hand and gestured for her son to keep quiet. She turned on her phone

head and waved her hand. "Mom, it's nothing. | just feel like reciting poems at this moment.” She wanted to adapt the article about the cowherd child into a goatherd child because she had failed. Her son was like a wild horse that had run free. After galloping, he

Juana was speechless.

and folded her hands. She sat upright and serious. "Tell me, I'm listening. What do you want to talk to me about?" Harper was not used to seeing such a serious and serious mother. "Mom, don't be so nervous. We're just having a casual chat." Rose said, "I'm not nervous. | think you're more nervous. You said you wanted to talk, and I'm listening carefully. Are you going to tell me? If not, your father will be back soon." Harper looked up at the clock. "Yes, yes." He did not care if his mother was serious or not. "Mom, Grandma, look. You guys have already planned for

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felt that it made

his son's instructions before he left. He said that her grandson would definitely find a breakthrough from her and

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