“My dear, it’s time to take your medicine.”WhileDustinwaschattingwithCornelius,amelodiousfemalevoicerangout.TheysawNatashawalkingracefullywithasteamingbowlinherhands.


    She had an enchanting smile and a rosyplexion. She carefully brought the medicinal soup to Dustin’s lips.“Comeon,mydear,drinkup.‘


    Dustin’seyestwitched.Whydidthissceneseemsofamiliar?


    “Mydear,what’sthematter?Drinkup,”Natashasaidwithacharmingsmile.Hereyescarriedahintofyfulness.


    “Umm,canInotdrinkit?”Dustinwasreluctant.


    “Ofcoursenot.Ipersonallyprepareditforyou.“.


    Natasharaisedaneyebrow.“What’sthematter?Youdon’tthinkIpoisonedit,doyou?”


    Dustinsighed.“Well,itwillbeworthitifIdiebyyourhand.”


    Hethenliftedthebonddrankitallinonegulp.


    Seeing hisfaceallpuckeredup,Natashaburstoutiughter.


    “Alright,alright,nomoreteasing.Let’sgohavedinner.Ihaveallyourfavoritedishesprepared


    today.”


    NatashatookoutatissueandwipedDustin’smouth.Shethenlinkedarmswithhimbefore


    walkingoutoftheroom.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    TheyhadjusttakenafewstepswhenNatasha’sphonerang.Sheansweredit,andherface–grew


    coldinaninstant.


    “Alright,I’llbethereshortly!”Afterresponding,shequicklyhungup.


    “What’swrong?”Dustinwascurious.


    “Haleyishavingsometroubleatthekindergarten.Ineedtobethere,”Natashaexined.


    “Okay,I’ll


    gowithyou,”


    Withouthesitation,DustinimmediatelysignaledCorneliustogetthecarready.


    EversinceNelsonpassedaway,hetreatedHaleyashisgoddaughter.Sincehisgoddaughterwas


    in trouble,hecouldn’tjustsit aroundanddonothing.


    Meanwhile,atGoldenAppleKindergarten.


    “You bitch!Howdidyouraiseyourdaughter?Justlookatwhatthislittlebastardhasdone!Shescratchedmyson’sface!


    “I’veraisedmysontenderly,andhehasneverbeeninjured.Howdarethis littlebastardhurtmyson?She’saskingfortrouble!”


    Awell–dressedandpudgyrichwomanwasscreamingandpointingherfingeratCecilia.


    Besideherstoodachubbyboy,lookingquitearrogant.Theboyhadastrongphysiqueandwasmuchtallerthanotherkidshisage.Therewasafaintscratchontheleftsideofhisface.


    “Mrs.Lansky,it’monforchildrentohavesmargumentsandfights.Besides,itwasyoursonwhostartedit.”


    CeciliawasheartbrokentoseeHaley’sfaceswollen.However,duetoMrs.Lansky’sidentity,shedidn’tdarshout.


    “Hmph!Sowhatifmysonstruckfirst?Ifitwasn’tforthislittlebastardprovokingmyson,hewouldn’thavehither.


    “Intheend,it’sstillthislittlebastard’sfault!”Mrs.Lanskysnarledwith herhandsonherhips.


    “Haley,whatexactlyhappened?Didyoucausetrouble?”Ceciliaasked.


    “No,Ididn’t.”


    Haleyshookherheadrepeatedly,lookingveryaggrieved.


    “Macinsultedmefirst.HesaidIdidn’thaveadadandcalledmealittlebastard.Then,hetoldtheotherssmatestoattackme.Mommy,Ididn’tdoanythingwrong.It’snotmyfault.”


    Asshespoke,tearsbegantorolldownhercheeksoncemore.


    “Don’t cry,Haley.Mommybelievesyou.”Ceciliawipedherdaughter’stearsandthenturnedto


    Mrs.Lansky.


    “Mrs.Lansky,didyouhearthat?It’syouwhodidn’traiseyoursonwell.Henotonlyinsultedmydaughter,heevenhither.


    “Besides,mydaughter’sinjuriesonherfacearemuchmoreseverethanyourson’s.”