Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Kid, What’s Your Name?
After dealing with these matters, Cyrus Hawthorne carried Kenny out of the classroom and finally let go of his little ears.
Concerned that certain negative remarks from parents and teachers might affect the child’s mindset, he simply didn’t let Kenny hear those words.
Kenny also realized this, and a hint of discomfort appeared on his cute face. In a soft, childlike voice, he said, "Strange uncle, put me down."
"Kid, I helped you, and this is how you repay me?" Cyrus raised an eyebrow slightly and pinched the cheek of the little cutie, then steadily put him down.
"Thank you, Uncle, for your help. I’m very grateful," Kenny said, though he was unhappy about what Cyrus had done to his mommy in the past. Since he helped him, he still felt he should thank him properly.
Mommy always said, good children should be polite.
A smile appeared on Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips as he gently rubbed Kenny’s head with his palm and then asked, "Kid, what’s your name?"
"I don’t want to tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because my mommy said not to tell strangers my name casually."
This little rascal was quite clever.
Upon hearing the words he spoke to the teacher outside the classroom, Cyrus Hawthorne vaguely felt that this child was different from the others.
Typically, a three-year-old child wasn’t this smart. Those as clever as him didn’t have his courage and insight, and those with such courage and insight weren’t as endearing as he was.
"Oh? So, even though we’ve met a few times, we’re still strangers?" For the first time, Cyrus found that kids weren’t that annoying when he looked at Kenny.
His heart felt a gentle warmth.
He wanted to rub his head, pinch his little face, or even give him a hug.
"Yes, we’re not familiar!" Kenny said. He didn’t want to pay attention to someone who might compete with him for mommy’s attention in the future.
Besides, it seemed that Cyrus falsely claimed he was his son just to help him out, not because he discovered anything.
Understanding this, Kenny naturally wasn’t worried anymore.
Unaware of the little guy being his future number-one "rival", Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, studying Kenny’s little face for a few seconds.
The child’s arrogant demeanor seemed strangely familiar.
"President Hawthorne, the driver has already picked up the person," Mark Joyce put away his phone and reported in a low voice.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s sudden appearance today was not a coincidence; it was to help Bella Hawthorne pick up a child from a friend’s family.
Bella Hawthorne was supposed to come herself, but her friend couldn’t break away from filming abroad, so Bella planned to pick up the child after work.
But since Bella was currently in Continent F and unable to do it, she persistently pestered Cyrus until he agreed to help.
"Okay." Cyrus nodded slightly, intending to leave directly, but suddenly, recalling something, he leaned down to meet Kenny’s gaze. "Kid, besides studying well at school, remember to trust cautiously. Got it?"
He didn’t believe a teacher would falsely accuse a child without reason, unless there was some secret involved.
Even though that male teacher would never appear here again, one couldn’t prevent similar people from appearing in the future.
Even Cyrus couldn’t explain why he was advising a child unrelated to him so much.
"This time was just an accident, there won’t be a next time," Kenny said seriously, his little face puffed up.
Cyrus chuckled softly, pressed his little head gently, then turned and left.
Watching the tall figure gradually fade away, Kenny couldn’t help but touch his hair, which had been rubbed, a look of loss in his big eyes.
"Kenny!"
At that moment, Kenny heard the familiar gentle voice, and his limp hair stood up like an antenna, looking over in surprise.
Then, his short little legs started running toward Ann Vaughn, his baby voice calling out, "Mommy!"
The black Maybach drove away from the back gate of the kindergarten and slowly hit the road.
"Submit all the documents, give the education bureau something to do, so they don’t have too much free time." Cyrus closed the thin laptop on his lap and instructed curtly.
"Yes, President Hawthorne, I know what to do," Mark Joyce replied respectfully, then added, "But don’t you think that little kid resembles you a bit?"
Mark had had that feeling since being on the Isle of Flora.
Especially today, seeing Kenny facing the accusations and threats from the teacher and parents without panic or fear, his posture while speaking.
Frankly, he quite resembled President Hawthorne’s demeanor.
"Really?" At those words, Cyrus raised an eyebrow slightly. If he had suddenly had a child appear, how would he explain it to Ann?
Though he felt a connection with the child, such unrealistic thoughts were not plausible.
"You’ll need to follow this matter personally and make sure to give me a satisfactory answer." Cyrus leaned back lazily, folding his arms across his chest, and after a few seconds, added, "By the way, find out this child’s background details."
First, the Isle of Flora and now The Imperial Capital; he had some fate with this little rascal.
It was perhaps the familiar feeling when facing Kenny that rarely made Cyrus curious to investigate someone unrelated to him.
"Okay, President Hawthorne," Mark replied.
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"That’s too much!"
After hearing the whole incident from Kenny, Ann Vaughn couldn’t control her emotions in front of him for the first time, both heartbroken and angry beyond measure.
If it weren’t for the kind uncle Kenny mentioned helping to defuse the situation, what would have happened to her precious child?
Just the thought made Ann wish she could drag that male teacher out and give him a proper beating.
"Kenny, Mommy will transfer you to another school. We won’t stay here anymore, alright? How did such monsters even get hired here, with no sense of ethics at all!"
Seeing Ann Vaughn seething to the point of speaking carelessly, Sutton Jennings’s eyes reflected a smile. He softly reminded her, "Your image."
Ann finally calmed down a bit to avoid passing her negative emotions to Kenny, then hugged the little dumpling tightly, feeling overwhelmingly heartbroken, "It’s all Mommy’s fault. If I’d come earlier..."
"It’s okay, Mommy," Kenny, hearing the catch in Ann’s voice, hurriedly patted her back with his little hand, comforting her, "I’m not that fragile, not sad at all! But if you blame yourself, that’ll make me feel guilty."
He couldn’t help feeling a little resigned; no matter how strong he appeared in front of Mommy, she always thought of him as a fragile, glass doll.
Such sweet worries.
Ann Vaughn, unable to comfort him successfully, instead got comforted by the little guy, couldn’t help but sigh. Though she didn’t say it, deep down, she still blamed herself.