“Let’s not tell Mom about today’s events and worry her, okay?”
“Got it!”
Quentin returned with his two children to the rental house of Charlotte’s family. When Charlotte returned home tired, she took off her coat and was about to rest for a while when the door was knocked.
When she saw that Quentin had returned, a smile appeared on her face.
“Did you pick up the kids?”
“Yup.” Quentin put down the two children, and the little ones rushed over and hugged Charlotte’s legs, giggling.
The exhaustion on Charlotte’s face seemed to vanish into thin air. Her eyes radiated infinite tenderness as she gently touched their hair.
Quentin quietly enjoyed this warm scene, feeling a rare moment of peace in his heart.
After a moment, he spoke up, “The environment at Ockross Kindergarten isn’t great. Let’s try to get the kids into a different, better one. That Sloburg Kindergarten you talked about earlier seems pretty good.”
“Well…” Charlotte looked hesitant. “It’s hard to get into Sloburg Kindergarten. Only children of local elites or wealthy businessmen can go there. We don’t have the connections or abilities of those people. How can we get our kids in there?”
Charlotte let out a sigh. “Shall we just try a more ordinary nursery, then? There’s no point in going on like this.”
The education of their children was important to her.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it,” Quentin reassured her with a calm look in his eyes.
“Okay…”
Though she said this, Charlotte didn’t feel confident that Quentin had much chance of success. But she didn’t want to hurt his pride by saying so.
After all, men needed face.
As she thought this, a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
“I’ll go cook dinner. Mom and Rashad will be back soon.”
“Okay!”
Quentin sat in the living room, about to light a cigarette when he suddenly thought better of it and snuffed it out.
Suddenly, Rashad came back in a rage and glanced at Quentin before turning away.
“Unlucky!”
Rashad muttered under his breath. “I just got back and run into a jinx!”
Quentin wasn’t inclined to argue with him. He knew Rashad had a grudge against him.
But…
When he saw the wound on Rashad’s face, his gaze turned slightly frigid. “What happened to your face?”
“Who do you care?”
“It’s none of your business. Mind your own life first!”
“Did you get into a fight with someone?”
Quentin narrowed his eyes. “It looks like someone beat you up. Who did it?”
Upon hearing this, Rashad felt a strong sense of shame.
“What are you babbling about? Do you think you’re capable of solving my problems? If you’re so great, go handle those guys yourself! Damn it, it sickens me to hear you flapping your mouth about it!”
At his words, Quentin chuckled lightly and walked up to him, patting him on the shoulder.
“Did you suffer a humiliation outside? Don’t worry, your brother-in-law will take care of it for you.”
Quentin narrowed his eyes and a faint sense of pressure emanated from him.
“Tell me. Who was bullying you?”
Rashad was taken aback. “Who else could it be? A group of guys come in and cause trouble at my restaurant every day, ruining my business! They even beat me up… Damn it, I’m going to kill them all tomorrow!”
He gritted his teeth and said, “What’s the use of telling you? Can you solve it?”