Larry cried out in pain and fell to his knees, his calf quickly bleeding in a serious-looking manner.
But he didn’t cry, as if he were used to this treatnt.
On the other hand, Olive was shocked but didn’t dare help her son up.
"Cole, did Larry do sothing wrong?"
Cole rolled up the whip, his voice icy.
"The teachers at school said he’s busy learning Taekwondo instead of focusing on his studies. He’s wasting ti on useless things!"
As he spoke, his belt ca down again.
Olive was heartbroken and knew pleading was useless, so she hurriedly questioned her son.
"What are you learning Taekwondo at school for?"
Larry blinked back tears.
"I can protect Mommy if I learn Taekwondo, and those people won’t look down on her anymore..."
Olive was taken aback, tears filling her eyes.
She pleaded with Cole, "Larry is still young. Please, for the sake of his good intentions, don’t be angry anymore, okay?"
Only then did Cole put away the belt.
She didn’t even have ti to help Larry up, but instead saw Cole off to the car.
Cole lowered his car window, staring coldly at her.
"You taught him those tricks, but rember, you will never step into the Foster family without my permission!"
"No matter where Larry is, he’s my son. As for you, just put away your little sches and raise him well!"
"Don’t make repeat it!"
He drove off, leaving a complex expression on Olive’s face.
Years ago, she unknowingly beca his mistress and only realized he was a complete fraud after giving birth to Larry.
After marrying into the Flynn family, his wife wasn’t getting pregnant, and the Flynn family was blaming Cole for it. To prove himself and get revenge, he had tricked Olive into having Larry.
But after six years, while he beca a key figure in the Flynn family and his ventures flourished, he delayed fulfilling his promises to Olive and Larry and never allowed them to leave.
Thus, Olive and Larry both continued to live in this distorted family dynamic.
After applying dicine to Larry’s wounds, Olive watched as he tried to hide the pain with a brave face to comfort her. She thought of the girl, Niki, whom she had seen at school that afternoon and resolved herself.
—
Emma had just returned ho when she was bombarded with ssages from Ethan.
[Emma! Why did you sign up for the chess tournant without telling ? Don’t you love anymore, boo hoo...]
[Emma, you need to log on. Everyone’s waiting for you!]
Confused, she turned on her computer. Just then, a pop-up instantly appeared for the chess live competition entry.
Entering the site, a barrage of ssages ca flooding in.
[It’s the four-year-old genius, you’re finally online!]
[It’s such a pity we haven’t seen you live since the last stream! Finally, you’re back!]
She was still unsure of how she had registered, but seeing the growing number of challenges, she imdiately got interested.
An hour later, she had successfully defeated dozens and made it into the top ten.
Two hours later, she ended up in third.
Amid the audience’s regretful comnts, she only blinked.
It seed like she needed more practice.
However, her viewers didn’t share the sa thoughts.
[The first and second place winners seem like they’re using hacks. It doesn’t feel like humans are playing!]
[Exactly. I’m in computer programming, and it looks like an algorithm at work!]
[With Emma’s skills, she should definitely be ranked at more than third place!]
[If they want to prove they’re real, they should co forward!]
As the audience’s suspicion grew, the live-stream company owner broke into cold sweats.
Despite trying to justify everything, he knew it was pointless since an algorithm indeed generated the first and second place winners.
With no other choice, he reopened the ga without using any algorithms. Unsurprisingly, Emma won first place.
That sowhat cald the audience’s anger.
Looking at her registration photo, the boss instructed his staff, "By any ans necessary, we must get her to sign with our company."
A talent like hers was a guaranteed goldmine!
—
After the live stream, Emma was delighted to see an extra million in her account.
The next day was a weekend, so Cecilia thought of visiting Elena. Elena had told her a few days ago that she missed her and Emma, but Cecilia hadn’t found the ti to visit.
With this in mind, she took Emma and drove to Elena’s house.
As they stepped out of the car, Emma wanted to surprise Elena and tiptoed toward the living room, pulling Cecilia along.
They inadvertently overheard Elena and Jas’ conversation.
"The company treated all its workers for free recently, and we spent a lot on dicine and research. We only have three hundred thousand left, which still isn’t enough..."
Cecilia furrowed her brow, realizing Elena was facing difficulties.
She and Emma approached her, handing over a card.
"Here, take this card and use it."
Surprised, Elena understood Cecilia had overheard their conversation and pushed the card back.
"No need; keep this money for yourselves."
Caring for herself and Emma alone ant more expenses; there was no way Elena could take the money.
On the other hand, Emma rummaged through her little bag and also pulled out a card.
"Great-grandma, don’t worry! I have a million here, you can use it~"
Cecilia was slightly startled.
Noticing her confusion, Emma explained, "This is my prize money from the competition I was in!"
If the competition didn’t require her to be eighteen to withdraw the money, she would’ve had more money by now.
Cecilia nodded, realizing Emma’s hobby in spending ti playing chess online had indeed raked in earnings for them.
However, Elena still refused their offer.
"I appreciate your goodwill, but I have so savings that should be enough..."
Cecilia insisted.
"Really, don’t worry about us. How about you check how much is on the card first?"
Hesitating, Elena decided to use a machine to verify the amount.
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