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?"

Although it seems like Young Master was hit by a slingshot on the forehead, we searched the classroom and 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

it's definitely Anderson! 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

he asked in a cold

Sir, we can't afford to provoke him. Besides,

of Mr. Reese, Carlo referred to Felix as "Mr. Felix" because there was an illegitimate older brother above him. Mr. Reese frowned, "Such a

checked the surveillance footage. There's really no one seen using a slingshot. Young Master's forehead was indeed hit by something, but luckily the injury isn't severe. In

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 not something ordinary. The speed

young age. Looking at Westbrook, who could only cry and shout, Mr. Reese suddenly felt envious. Why were other people's children so successful? Feeling restless, he sharply scolded Westbrook, "Stop crying! You're useless! If you have the ability,

He stopped crying, sniffled, and stared 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,” Mr. Reese

hear me?!" Mr. Reese glared at 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 program computers. What about you? Besides eating, sleeping, and causing trouble, what can

scolding and dared

his days with studying. No playing outside. If he dares to disrespect his teachers, you tell me, and I'll personally

Kindergarten was truly the right move. After this comparison, Mr. Reese was

glared at

that he almost fell off the sofa. He crawled and scrambled up the stairs, forgetting even to cry. Even his usually doting father had turned against

after, Vicki and Felix

busy outside,