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?"

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,

without restraint. "I don't care, Dad, you

he asked in a

the son of military commander Joyce. Sir, we can't afford to provoke him. Besides, Mr. Warner is friends with Felix. We have to give Mr. Felix

referred to Felix as "Mr. Felix" because there was an

a slingshot. 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

that the other party didn't use a slingshot at all. They used some method unknown to them, but it was definitely not something ordinary. The speed at which they

were other people's children so successful? Feeling restless, he sharply scolded Westbrook, "Stop crying! You're useless! If you have the ability, next time catch evidence when someone bullies

You might as well not go to kindergarten and embarrass yourself,” Mr. Reese scolded angrily. “No, I want to go, I want to go!" Westbrook panicked at the thought of not going to kindergarten. Kiki was so pretty, and he wanted to go to

provoke Anderson, do you hear me?!" Mr. Reese glared at him, “Either you're stronger than him, or you behave yourself and stay out of trouble. Understand?!

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

gave a stern order, "Arrange private tutoring sessions for him and fill his days with studying.

he smirked. Sending young master to Dewey Noble Kindergarten was truly

glared at Westbrook, "Go upstairs and

was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa. He crawled and scrambled up the stairs, forgetting even to cry.

and Felix returned

both been busy outside, coordinating manpower and