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.

iPad and frowned. "She's so annoying. She's always clinging to me, it's so irritating. And besides, she's not even that

high standards. So

Fair's image

more beautiful. She had a natural beauty that emanated from within, without any pretense, and

case, there

always inexplicably think of Fair?

she was the only one he could have a conversation with among his peers. She was the only

"What is Kiki good at? I bumped into her at the department store this afternoon. Her cousin was helping

and painting. The kindergarten exhibited her artworks, and she even had an art exhibition. I saw those paintings, they were

is a hundred-year-old artistic family,

painter in the genetic bank, combining it with his own inherited

early today. I've been practicing horse riding all afternoon, and I'm tired," Anderson rubbed

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

him to his room and put

quickly, and Joyce gently touched his head, staying with

and returned to the living

on the wall showed that it

the empty screen, and became

already so late, and Luther hadn't come back

he was going to be late, he would

was no news

help but feel

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

a while, then watched TV for

past eleven, she felt too tired and couldn't wait

went back to her room to sleep and quickly

already cracked open, and dawn was approaching. He took a shower in the bathroom, spending quite some time

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