The words were extremely mean, right down to the obvious jealousy in the tone of voice.
Blanca Roach frowned slightly without saying anything, and carried the little person in the stroller, as the teacher had asked.
The people around her were casting jealous or indignant glances, eager to burn holes in her body.
The people who can take classes here are certainly not ordinary people, maybe they are used to being arrogant since childhood, and they are not comfortable with being overpowered by others.
What’s more, her own position attracts more hatred.
She tried to focus on the teacher’s lesson, and from time to time, she looked down and teased Alice.
She was pleased that Alice was really well behaved and hardly cried, compared to those children who cried all over the classroom, they were really well behaved.
By the end of class, Alice was so tired that she fell asleep.
Blanca Roach greeted the teacher and carefully put her back into the stroller and covered her with the blanket.
Just as she was about to push the car away, she was blocked in place, with several people deliberately crowding around talking at a high volume.
“Let me tell you, last time The Grant family full moon party my family was not even eligible to go yet, not even our Mrs. Grant’s face.”
“What’s so great about that? It’s just a daughter’s full moon party, not a son, and there’s no one to accompany her to an early childhood class.”
“Maybe it’s because President Grant doesn’t even care about this child, don’t you think so, Mrs. Grant?”
Blanca Roach grimaced and looked at them with her arms around her chest, her tone bland.
“Is it any of your business? Excuse me, I have to go.”
“Mrs. Grant, you came out with Alan Grant at the full moon party, and it was a sight to behold, and now I’m afraid President Grant doesn’t even want to look at you.
Said the man also rolled his eyes, full of disdain.
“No matter what, you have to call me Mrs. Grant, and you have to wait for me in class, don’t you?”
She didn’t have the heart to tangle with these people, but their words never left her daughter, so how could she bear it.
It didn’t matter what others said about her, but not about her Alice.
The man seemed to be furious, his face was red and he raised his voice.
“Mrs. Grant is just a status on you, if President Grant values you and your children, how come he let you come to class alone.”
“Who said my wife came alone.”
A voice came from the doorway, interrupting the anxious atmosphere and drawing all eyes away.
But when they saw who was there, they turned pale and quietly took a few steps back, deliberating on what to say.
Matthew Grant walked straight up to Blanca Roach, took her by the waist and gave her a sideways glance.
“It seems my wife is very popular. I’m late, did I miss something?”
“No, no.” The man’s face was white and his words were heartfelt, “President Grant, we were just having a word with your wife, no, nothing more.”
“Oh, really? How else did I hear it said that I don’t value my lady and daughter.”
“That’s really not …”
“Blanca,” Matthew Grant’s eyes flashed and he interrupted the man directly, “You speak.”
Blanca Roach looked up at him and blinked, the corners of her eyes a little astringent.
She thought this man would not come back, who knew that he still rushed over, must have finished his work at the company, and did not stop, and came straight here.
She deflated her mouth, her tone was a little aggrieved, and complained in a small voice.
“I thought you weren’t coming.”