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?"

Anderson injured Young Master. 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

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 want him out of

turned serious, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who is

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

referred to Felix

severe. In the surveillance, Anderson was busy writing programs on his mini computer the whole time.

carefully examined the wound on Westbrook's forehead. It was 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 not

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

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

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?! Also, spend some time learningmore knowledge. Look at others,

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

to Dewey Noble Kindergarten was truly the right move. After this comparison, Mr. Reese was dissatisfied with Westbrook's current situation. Disciplining

glared at Westbrook, "Go upstairs and

crawled and scrambled up the stairs, forgetting even to cry. Even his usually doting father had turned against him, and his

Vicki and Felix returned

both been busy outside, coordinating manpower and