You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1683: Choosing to Trust Him

On the other side, Joyce returned home and placed the baby supplies she had bought in the nursery. This room was prepared for the twin boys, and she planned to decorate it nicely. This time, she would raise them well, providing them with enough companionship and ensuring that they lacked no love.

With both parents present, they wouldn't grow up feeling as lonely as Anderson did. The absence of love had inevitably affected Anderson's growth.

Anderson was always quiet when interacting with his peers, making it difficult to enter his inner world.

Just like now, playing games in the living room after dinner, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, immersed in his own world.

Joyce approached Anderson and gently embraced him, asking in a soft voice, "Andres, how does the new kindergarten feel? Which one is better, compared to the two kindergartens in the Capital?"

Anderson looked up. "They're all the same, nothing special.”

Joyce furrowed her brow slightly. "Most of the kids here are like you, talented and gifted. Do you have any friends you get along with?" Anderson continued to lower his head, engrossed in his game. He shook his head. "No."

Joyce was taken aback. "Why?"

She had always known that Anderson had difficulty getting along with others, and that was something she worried about. She had always insisted on giving Anderson a normal childhood, with interactions with peers. But it seemed that there hadn't been any significant improvement.

"No reason. Their talents are all so lame, it's just instruments, painting, and some robots. Pathetic. They can form a small band and perform at the kindergarten, but what does that have to do with me? I'm not interested at all.”

Anderson looked disdainful and continued to play his game.

Joyce couldn't help but feel exasperated. Such high standards, looking down on everyone, just like Luther.

"What about the new girl, Kiki? I saw her the other day, and she's quite pretty, with a gentle personality. Can you be friends with her?" she asked again.

Anderson finished the game in his hands. He had won.

and frowned. "She's so annoying. She's always clinging to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even that pretty. There are plenty of

"Andres, you have such high standards. So Kiki isn't considered pretty,

Anderson's mind, Fair's image

Fair was much more beautiful. She had a natural beauty that emanated from within, without any pretense, and exuded an air of

case, there

of Fair?

strangely enough, she was the only one he could have a conversation with among

her at the department

wonder it was so quiet this afternoon,” Anderson yawned. "She has a talent for art and painting. The

artistic family, so it makes sense," Joyce

of a genius painter in the genetic bank, combining it

early today. I've been practicing horse

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

up, she accompanied him to his room and put

quickly, and Joyce gently touched his head, staying

the door and returned

clock on the wall showed that it was already ten

stared at the empty screen, and became

already so late, and

was going to

today, there was

help but feel

currently no danger here. What could happen to him? He

a while, then watched

it was past eleven, she felt too

to her room to sleep and quickly fell

cracked open, and dawn was approaching. He took

approached the bed, where the curtains in the room were thick and tightly closed, blocking out