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?"

we searched the classroom and couldn't find any slingshots or marbles. Teacher Zhang asked every child, but no one saw what hit Young

legs without restraint. "I don't care, Dad, you go teach him a lesson! I want him out of

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

the son of military commander Joyce. Sir, we can't afford to provoke him. Besides, Mr.

legitimate status. But in front of Mr. Reese, Carlo referred to Felix as "Mr. Felix" because there was an illegitimate older brother above him. Mr. Reese

no one seen using 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 whole time. They say he's a computer genius and didn't even look up.

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

Mr. Reese suddenly felt envious. Why were other people's children so successful? Feeling

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 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

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,

stunned by the scolding and dared not say a

Carlo and gave a stern order, "Arrange private tutoring sessions for him and fill his days with studying. No playing outside. If he dares to disrespect his teachers, you tell me, and I'll personally break his

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

at Westbrook, "Go upstairs

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

Vicki and Felix

they had both been busy outside, coordinating manpower and organizing