Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Who Exactly Is That Person?
No matter what, Kenny can no longer stay at this kindergarten.
"Send Kenny to the Imperial Capital Kindergarten. Although the process is a bit complicated, the teaching quality and safety environment there are top of the line in The Imperial Capital," Sutton Jennings suggested.
Back then, Ann Vaughn discussed it with Sherry overnight and finally chose this place over the Imperial Capital Kindergarten mainly due to the medical facilities and its proximity to the hospital.
But if the most basic conditions can’t be ensured, everything else becomes irrelevant.
"Kenny, what do you think? Which kindergarten would you like to go to? Mommy will listen to you," Ann Vaughn turned her head and asked Kenny, who was eating ice cream in the back seat.
"Kenny is okay with anything, thank you, Uncle Jennings," Kenny licked away the ice cream from his mouth, his big eyes smiling, completely unaffected in mood, "Of course, even if I don’t attend kindergarten, it’s fine."
"You wish." Hearing he still had thoughts of not going to kindergarten, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but feel amused.
Sutton Jennings’ eyes were filled with indulgent laughter, "Don’t worry, Uncle Jennings will take care of it, Kenny. You just wait to start school obediently."
"Brother Shane, thank you."
"It’s a small matter, you don’t need to be polite with me."
Tsk tsk.
Sitting at the side and listening, Kenny suddenly sensed a crisis, not for himself but for his dear daddy.
With a strong rival like Uncle Jennings, The Archfiend would find it hard to whisk away his mommy.
"By the way," Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered something, paused her action of wiping Kenny’s face, "Kenny, did you ask what the name of the uncle who helped you was? We need to thank him properly."
"Oh, Kenny forgot to ask." Kenny innocently blinked his star-like big eyes, "But Kenny seemed to hear them mention that the uncle is from the Hawthorne Group."
When Kenny’s eyes are rolling, he’s usually brewing a bad idea.
Ann Vaughn’s attention was instantly drawn to the words "Hawthorne Group," her bright eyes shrinking, taking a while to regain her composure.
It should... not be.
The Hawthorne Group is so large.
It’s impossible Kenny would so coincidentally run into Cyrus Hawthorne.
Sitting opposite Kenny, Sutton Jennings’ eyes darkened, assessing Kenny’s expression, he sensed something and lowered his gaze.
The man who helped Kenny out... it was undoubtedly Cyrus Hawthorne.
Sutton Jennings pondered deeply, suddenly feeling a heavy sense of crisis.
With a ding, a text message suddenly arrived on Ann Vaughn’s phone.
"Brother Shane, could you help me look after Kenny? I have to go to the principal’s office," Ann Vaughn said hurriedly after glancing at the message, then walked towards the building behind her.
Sutton Jennings waved his hand at her twice before looking at Kenny, whose face was filled with smiles, and asked softly, "It was him, wasn’t it?"
"Yes." Kenny did not try to hide it from him, since he had already guessed anyway.
"Then why didn’t you directly tell your mommy?"
"Why should I tell my mommy?" Kenny tilted his head, his eyes mischievous, "Anyway, Kenny didn’t lie."
Hearing this answer, Sutton Jennings laughed out loud, "You..."
"Uncle Jennings, although I like you too, my mommy holds a more important place in my heart. So, whoever my mommy likes, Kenny will support them."
The little guy’s meaning was clear, Sutton Jennings understood but felt not the slightest disappointment.
He was never good with words and tended to act more than speak when faced with situations.
After dominating behind the scenes for many years, he never thought he would one day be felled by a woman.
And enjoyed it willingly.
"Don’t worry, as for pursuing your mommy, I’m not backing down."
This conversation was unbeknownst to Ann Vaughn, who straightforwardly rejected the principal’s attempts to retain and apologize, insisting on transferring Kenny.
The principal was helpless too, knowing that they already offended President Hawthorne and his little prince. If he insisted on retaining, it would only worsen the situation.
So he dared not delay, quickly helping Ann Vaughn deal with some procedures, the rest needing to wait until Kenny enters the new school to complete.
With Sutton Jennings’ help, the matter of Kenny transferring to the Imperial Capital Kindergarten progressed quickly, Ann Vaughn hardly had to worry and it was all sorted out.
Before entering the new school, Ann Vaughn gave Kenny a lot of advice on interacting with people.
Especially, when facing things like this again, he must call her immediately and not deal with it alone.
Ann Vaughn knew Kenny had a palm mirror phone and made sure to check it was in his backpack while sorting his school bag.
As for whether Kenny would lose interest due to playing too much, Ann Vaughn wasn’t worried about Kenny losing his sense of propriety.
Besides, even if Kenny enjoyed playing a bit more, it’s fine, as long as he’s happy, that’s what’s most important to Ann Vaughn.
Recently, many things have been happening, so much so that Ann Vaughn only realized what an important day tomorrow was when she looked at the calendar.
So the next day at noon, Ann Vaughn took Kenny along to the North Garden.
The mother and son duo wore matching black outfits, each holding a bouquet of white flowers, slowly walking up from the slope of North Garden and finally stopping in front of Old Master Vaughn’s grave.
"Grandpa, Annie brought Kenny to see you," Ann Vaughn looked at the elder with the kind and graceful face in the cemetery’s photograph, her eyes slightly reddened.
She softly spoke, about to place the bouquet at the grave, her gaze suddenly paused.
In front of the tombstone, there lay a bouquet of white chrysanthemums identical to those on that day four years ago, still with dewdrops on them, fresh petals, clearly just placed not long ago.
Looking at the white chrysanthemums, even the angle and position of their placement haven’t changed over the past four years, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but become lost in thought.
Who could it be?
Since they know what day it is, it’s highly possible this person has been coming here to pay respects to grandpa all these years.
Yet Ann Vaughn still couldn’t figure out who this person might be.
If she could one day meet this person, she wanted to personally thank him/her for remembering grandpa all these years.
"Grandpa, I’m Kenny, your grandson." Kenny, dressed in black suspenders over a little shirt, placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, then respectfully bowed three times towards Old Master Vaughn’s photo.
"I’ve often heard mommy talk about you, Kenny always wanted to say thank you because without you, there wouldn’t be a great mommy like mine."
"Don’t worry, Kenny will definitely take good care of mommy."
Watching the little guy’s earnest and solemn appearance, Ann Vaughn’s heart felt warm, she stopped crying and smiled as she ruffled his hair, "You, you’re so old-fashioned already."
"Kenny isn’t, mommy, am I not your little darling?"
"Yes, yes, mommy’s precious little darling!" Ann Vaughn laughed and once again looked at the photo of grandpa, simply recounting her experiences over the past four years, as if grandpa was right in front, telling him everything.