Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

When the three brothers heard about their elder brother's "glorious" deeds in school, they lowered their heads and hid their laughter, afraid that their father would scold them if they laughed.

No matter how naughty the four children were since they were young, Edward had never raised his hand to hit the children’s faces, nor even their butts. This was all thanks to the free-range rule set by Rose.

She told Edward not to suppress the child's loose nature. Given the current situation of Harper, it was overdone.

He lost Edward's face. Edward almost lost his life.

Edward adjusted his emotions and continued to talk about his son. "There were two more times when he didn't see the questions clearly and misinterpreted the answers. He has only sat down and listened to Arillion lessons three times since school started.

The rest of the time, he was sleeping. When he was in math class, he peed heavily. He had to go to the toilet five times for one class. During chemistry class, he broke 15 test tubes.” Everyone was speechless. Who could help to persuade about these wrongdoings? Keeping their mouth shut was the best help.

Rose and Juana were like students listening to a lecture. They sat upright on the sofa with their backs straight. They also realized their mistake. Harper could have such good "results" today because of the contributions of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. At the very least, they could be given a assisting award.

Richard shook his head helplessly when he saw this. It was as if he did not hear his son lecturing his grandson. Bored, he flipped open today's newspaper and read it. He quietly became a tool. In his heart, he agreed with his son's discipline of his grandson.

Previously, it was not that Richard did not have any opinions about Juana regarding the pampering of his grandchildren by his wife and daughter-in-law. It was just that the chances of having a say in the family were minimal. After failing a few times, he stopped speaking.

It was not until his grandson was last in the exam that Juana secretly asked Richard if he wanted to discipline his grandson.

Richard calmly said, "I've already said this question. If you had listened to me, Harper wouldn't always have been in last place.” Seeing that Harper lowered his head silently, Edward changed the feather duster's head and hit his son's hand with the end of the stick. Rose remembered to tell her husband that a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. As soon as Harper's butt separated from the sofa, her mother-in-law pressed it back down. Juana shook her head silently and told her daughter-in-law not to go, or all her previous efforts would be in vain.

Rose sat down again and stared at the feather duster in Edward's hand.

Juana was also worried, but her mind was filled with what Richard had said to her: This feather duster was used by Sherri back then. After that, it had been used to dust off dust. This could be considered to be fully utilized.

After being hit, Harper rubbed the back of his hand in pain. He pursed his lips without making a sound. Edward asked with a dark expression, "Tell me, how did your problem arise?" Harper encapsulated his achievements in his mind and made a simple conclusion. "A mistake." Everyone was speechless. "You might as well not explain.” They thought.

is Arillion Classes more effective than sleeping pills? Why did you sleep the moment class started?" Harper answered truthfully, "Teacher's level of Arillion is too good. | can't understand a word. It's like listening to a sealed book." Why didn't he sleep? Should he stare at the teacher for 45 minutes? Wasn't he cross-eyed? He thought to himself but didn't dare to say it out loud. After all, his father was holding a weapon in his hand. He didn’t want to go to the

thought that is there a possibility that it was not that the teacher's level was too high, but that his son didn't know the words? The couple had a tacit understanding. Edward analyzed, "It's not that the teacher's standard is too high. It's

their composure. They immediately stood up straight. Edward glanced at the other three sons. "You don't have to laugh either. Your brother will be a model today. In the future, if you have today's situation, the feather duster in my hands will serve you. Do you hear me?" The three children answered in unison and nodded.

carry the blanket to the toilet to sleep. When you change your hobby,

that he was ruthless, Richard silently gave his son a thumbs up in his

not be able to correct it. "Third question, do you have Parkinson's disease? You drop the test tube whenever you held it. Or do you have a grudge against test tubes?" Harper thought for a moment and replied, "The test tube

the experimental class, you will clean the laboratory classroom from that on. | told Ella that if you like to clean, you can break the test tube as you like." At this moment, Harper

"None of you need to think about which one of you can help take over the company. I'll say this today. None of you can escape. Those with good results will be in management. Those with bad results will have to go to Landor Group to clean the toilet.” Originally, Harper wanted to say that if he went to work at the company, the company would close down. In the end, his father directly talked about cleaning the toilet.

stuck in Harper's throat and he swallowed them back

accompany you. the Landor family can still afford the high

end, Edward set the rules for their family. They also set a self-discipline form for their studies. They set the final results for all the children and Harper for this year's

of Edward scolding his child. She sent it to Fairy Fortress's group chat with a postscript. [Richard has shown his might after the parent-teacher meeting. | can't protect Harper at all.] Ava also posted a photo of Frank lecturing Cyril in the group chat. The scene was exactly the same. She texted, [The same. | can't protect him.] At that moment, in Roberts’

Roberts were sitting on the sofa with Ava and Nona. Frank and Cyril were standing in the middle

down. He leaned lazily against the back of the chair and crossed his legs. He asked with a faint smile, "Do you like to be a carpenter?" Cyril knew why his father asked that. He quickly shook his head. "I don't like it." "Then why do you tear down three chairs in one semester? Or do you prefer to stand and listen to class, or do you have hemorrhoids?" The people on the sofa only listened. When Frank returned from the parent-teacher meeting, his expression was not good. He did

emotions. It was obvious that he was

because he was afraid that

this brat, he would not correct his mistake and would have

looking for help. Frank sneered. "Oh, so | have to reward you for protecting the school's public property? Is that what you mean?" Cyril rejected him guiltily and waved his hand, afraid that his father would really reward him. If he knew the truth in

quality of the school's stool was too bad. It could be broken with

with consideration for his son's preferences. "I thought you liked carpenters. | even helped you contact a construction site this afternoon. It wasn't easy for me to persuade them to accept child labor. Do you want to go?" After the last conversation, Ava had already understood Frank's tricks. He definitely had not contacted it before. He was just scaring Cyril, hoping

Cyril was speechless. He suspected that his father wanted to torture him to death, and the evidence

their own skills. The job of a carpenter is quite good." Grace looked at her

If you like it, I'll help you contact them. If you have a good ambition, do you want to develop a customization for the entire house?" Without waiting for Cyril to shake his head, Frank continued, "Don't you want to? Then why are you repairing the stool and pulling

reminded Nona of the several blackouts in the school last month. The Chinese class had bee changed to a lfstudy\ Gas: Hepaiiaé there was no power source 1 and the screen couldn't be used, the PPT made by the teacher

just wanted to help check the school's computer. Maybe | wasn't good enough to check it." "Well, did you not made it or just hack the computer?" Cyril searched for a suitable sentence in his mind. He scratched his head and touched his cheek. "It's mainly because | failed to find a loophole. | won't help check it in the future. Let the school administrator do it." Frank was not angry at all. There was still a thought-provoking smile on his lips, as if there was a knife hidden in his smile. He leisurely took the glass of water handed over by Ava and thanked her. He picked up the glass and took a sip. Ava sat