Mr. Wilson examined his son’s head and found no injuries. "I pulled a lot of strings to get you into Little Prince Kindergarten. I’ve seen how it’s set up—the playground has thick, soft mats. Even if soone falls, it wouldn’t cause any harm."
Mrs. Wilson, still seething with resentnt, snapped, "I don’t care! The other parents even kicked us out of the school and said we don’t need to co back tomorrow! The audacity! Honey, we can’t let them get away with this!"
Hearing this, Mr. Wilson grew angry. "How arrogant! Who are these people?"
"Their last na is Nelson, I think."
Mr. Wilson frowned, about to speak, when his phone vibrated. Seeing it was a call from a prominent figure, he quickly put on a polite smile, stepped outside, and answered.
Back in the living room, Kimi looked down, hesitating before mumbling, "Mommy... actually... Elias didn’t push . I... I fell on my own."
Mrs. Wilson shot up. "You useless brat! It’s still his fault you fell, isn’t it? If he hadn’t told you to hurry, would you have gotten flustered and fallen?"
The chubby boy scratched the back of his head. "Maybe... maybe that’s true."
Mrs. Wilson huffed, her mind replaying the mockery in Ella’s eyes and the cold hostility in Eric’s. It left her even more agitated.
She, Mrs. Wilson, was always treated with respect wherever she went. And yet these people had dared to humiliate her, even aligning the teachers and principal against her. It was infuriating!
At that mont, Mr. Wilson stord back in, his face dark and furious. Mrs. Wilson was about to ask him what had happened, but before she could, he strode over and slapped her hard across the face.
"You wretch! How dare you offend Mr. Nelson! Do you even know who Mr. Nelson is? He’s the president of Nelson Group!" he roared.
Mrs. Wilson, stunned and outraged, held her burning cheek. "Honey, why did you hit ? Who... who is Mr. Nelson? I don’t care who he is! His son pushed our—"
Before she could finish, Mr. Wilson slapped her again. She let out a scream and stumbled to the floor, leaving Kimi and the household staff frozen in shock.
Her cheek burned painfully, but the fury in Mr. Wilson’s eyes silenced her.
"Still lying, are you? Can’t go a day without stirring up trouble? The principal personally told their son didn’t push Kimi. There’s surveillance footage to prove it! Do you have any idea how powerful Nelson Group is right now? With a single word from Mr. Nelson, our company would be in shambles!"
Mrs. Wilson stared at her husband in terror. "I... I’ll ask Aurora to intercede for us!"
"Intercede? For what?" Mr. Wilson bellowed. "Do you know how many connections I had to pull just to get our son into that school? Every child there cos from wealth or power! Do you know they only admit fifty kids, and parents practically fight to get a spot? And you—YOU, you idiot—went and offended Mr. Nelson!"
He slapped her a third ti. Mrs. Wilson was utterly stunned. She had always been arrogant, but Mr. Wilson had never interfered. Yet now, over this incident, he had hit her three tis in a row.
Her whole body trembled as she glanced at her furious husband. "Honey... Aurora is one of their artists. I... I’ll beg her to ask Mr. Nelson for another chance. Aurora is one of the top talents Nelson Group is promoting right now!"
Her breath ca in gasps, and her face was swollen beyond recognition.
"Stop dragging Aurora into this! Do you want to ruin her career too? You worthless troublemaker, you’re going to be the death of !" Mr. Wilson snapped before storming out of the house, leaving Mrs. Wilson and a stunned Kimi behind.
The sight of his father’s retreating figure finally made Kimi burst into tears. Mrs. Wilson, heart aching, crawled to her feet and hugged her sobbing son tightly. "Don’t be scared, my baby... It’s all her fault! That woman! It’s all because of her that we’re arguing. Don’t worry, everything will be fine."
Mrs. Wilson’s eyes glead with cold determination. After calming Kimi down, she imdiately called Aurora to ask for help in pleading Kimi’s case.
Aurora, Mr. Wilson’s niece, had been living with the Wilson family since losing her parents, but her budding career as a rising star under LXL Entertainnt had made staying with them inconvenient. A month earlier, she had moved out.
Mrs. Wilson, using all her powers of persuasion, begged and pleaded with Aurora. Touched by the years of care she had received, Aurora reluctantly agreed.
"Don’t tell your uncle about this, okay? Otherwise, he’ll scold . Aurora, Kimi’s future—and our entire Wilson Group—depends on you now!" Mrs. Wilson implored.
"Auntie, I can’t promise anything," Aurora said hesitantly. "Mr. Nelson is known for sticking to his principles. If it doesn’t work... there’s nothing I can do."
"That’s fine, that’s fine! Just help us plead our case. Tomorrow, I’ll take Kimi to their house to apologize," Mrs. Wilson said softly, her voice trembling with suppressed panic. She couldn’t afford to worsen the situation, knowing it could lead to dire consequences for her husband—and herself.
After hanging up, Mrs. Wilson gingerly touched her swollen face, wincing in pain.
The next morning.
Ella and Eric were still in bed when their morning peace was interrupted by loud pounding on the door. Eric, full of mischief, had been showering Ella with playful kisses, leaving her laughing as she pushed him away.
"Soone’s at the door," Ella said, getting up. She opened it to find their twin sons dressed in matching red casual outfits with cool cartoon designs. The sight made Ella pause for a mont, smiling with pride.
Her sons were undeniably handso and adorable. Over the past year, countless companies had approached her, eager for the twins to be brand ambassadors. But Ella, unfazed by wealth, had turned them all down.
"Mommy, Daddy, get up! The sun’s already up, and you promised to take us out to play and eat today!" Elias exclaid as he ran into the room, tugging Eric out of bed.
Ella chuckled, while little Dorian hugged her leg and looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes. "Mommy, you have to buy lots of yummy food today! Last night, my brother and I both had nightmares. You need to comfort our poor, hurt little hearts!"
Dorian’s tone was full of exaggerated drama, his pitiful gaze almost theatrical.
This child, Ella thought with a laugh, was a born foodie, always acting as if he could never get enough to eat.
"Mommy, say yes! Daddy already gave my brother his wish to play. Don’t you think you should grant my wish for food? I want roasted sweet potatoes, fries, and... and..."
"Alright, alright, Mommy agrees!" Ella said, ruffling his hair as he began listing a seemingly endless array of snacks. "You’re always thinking about food!"
Eric, now out of bed and still groggy, rubbed his eyes. "My sons, could you do a favor and check the ti? It’s only six in the morning!"
"But, Daddy, the place opens at eight! You can take us out for breakfast first, and then we’ll go play. It’ll be perfect timing!" Elias reasoned confidently.
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