You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1773: What Is Your Purpose?

The first day at kindergarten.

Westbrook returned to the Saunders family, crying loudly as if the sky was falling, almost lifting the roof off.

Fox remained in the hospital, with both arms fixed and immobilized. Eating, sleeping, and daily activities all required assistance. She couldn't return to the Saunders family at all.

Vicki had been ruthless. It would take at least ten days or half a month for Fox to get rid of the arm immobilizer, and complete recovery would take at least a hundred days.

This was actually the effect Vicki wanted. Recently, she needed to assist Joyce in rescuing Alisha and didn't have time to keep an eye on Fox. So she sent Fox to the hospital for a while to calm down. It also freed up her hands to do more important things.

Mr. Reese was at home today and felt sorry for Westbrook when he saw him crying and running home.

He embraced his youngest son and patted him while comforting him, "What happened? Tell me who bullied you, and I'll go beat him up." Westbrook kept crying and throwing a tantrum.

"Anderson, it's Anderson who bullied me! Sob... Look at my forehead, it's all bruised, and there's so much blood!" Westbrook pointed at his forehead, full of grievances.

Mr. Reese glared at Carlo disapprovingly. “You were the one who picked up Westbrook today, what happened exactly? Who is this Anderson? How dare he bully Westbrook? Is he tired of living?"

couldn't find any slingshots or marbles. Teacher Zhang asked every child, but no one saw what hit Young Master. The children at Dewey Noble Kindergarten are mostly from wealthy families, and without evidence, we

It's him, it must be him!" Westbrook kicked his legs without restraint. "I don't care, Dad, you go teach him a lesson! I

Reese's expression turned serious, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who

afford to provoke him. Besides, Mr. Warner

called Felix "Mr. Saunders,” emphasizing his legitimate status. But in front of Mr. Reese, Carlo referred to

Young Master's forehead was indeed hit by something, but luckily the injury isn't severe. In the surveillance, Anderson was busy writing programs on his mini computer the whole time. They say

a round mark, clearly caused by an external object. It couldn't have been caused by himself. They couldn't find anyone using a slingshot on the surveillance footage. It meant that the other party didn't use a slingshot at all. They used some method unknown to them, but it was definitely

named Anderson had such talent at such a young age. Looking at Westbrook, who could only cry and shout, Mr. Reese suddenly felt envious. Why were other people's children

blankly at Mr. Reese. "If someone can teach you a lesson without leaving any traces, it means they have ability. You can't beat them. You might as well not go to kindergarten and embarrass yourself,”

him, “Either you're stronger than him, or you behave yourself and stay out of trouble. Understand?! Also, spend some time learningmore knowledge. Look at others, they can already

was stunned by the scolding and dared not say a word, forgetting even to

him and fill his days with studying. No playing outside. If he dares to disrespect his teachers, you tell me,

command. As he turned around, he smirked. Sending young master to Dewey Noble Kindergarten was truly the right move. After this comparison, Mr. Reese was dissatisfied with Westbrook's current situation. Disciplining him would bring peace to

frustrated, glared at Westbrook, "Go upstairs and

crawled and scrambled up the stairs, forgetting even to cry. Even his usually

Vicki and Felix returned

had both been busy outside, coordinating