Alia Garcia almost spit out a mouthful of blood in anger.
To even say such things, are they even his own kids?
Seeing her stunned, the man laughed, his eyes growing even more innocent as if he were saying: It was you who cursed at first, I was rely following your lead.
After glaring at him for a few seconds, she abruptly stood up, "When one sinks to the lowest depths of degradation, they are invincible!" Then she turned around and went back to the kitchen to get more utensils again.
This al was a bittersweet experience for Alia.
Happiness ca, of course, from having all her children around her. It was the first "reunion al" in history, a joyous occasion to be celebrated.
But her worry stemd from the unsightly face at the dining table, which made her feel choked and affected her appetite.
Even though her son showed clear aversion to him, he still shalessly tried to ingratiate himself, taking turns offering food to the two kids.
Ethan was a foodie, not picky about who offered food, just busily shoveling it in.
Noah, on the other hand, was not so easily bought, unceremoniously throwing the food his scumbag father picked up back into his bowl, "I certainly won’t eat your saliva."
At such a young age, he was surprisingly conscious about hygiene—and not shy about expressing his disdain.
Hope looked on with a pout, and before her dad could say a word, the little girl took the lead in her defense, "How can you be like this! That’s so impolite!"
Noah could be cold-hearted towards his deadbeat dad, but he didn’t dare to slight his sister in the least, explaining, "It’s just... I don’t like those, and... it’s also not hygienic."
"Picky eating isn’t right."
Ethan turned around, chiming in, "Exactly, they’ve beco food for us to eat, they’re already pitiable enough, you not eating them is just unfair."
Noah might not dare to be harsh to his sister, but he was pretty good at being fierce with his younger brother.
Most of the ti, he didn’t even need to speak; a sufficiently intimidating look was enough to get the point across.
Getting the silent warning from his brother, Ethan pouted and continued to eat his al in resignation.
Alia watched the undercurrents between the three siblings and set her gaze on the face of the instigator: "Finish your own al quickly and get lost."
Christopher Hart turned his head to look at her, smiled, and said, "No rush, there’s a matter to attend to later."
A matter?
She caught the smile at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows and suddenly misunderstood the word, imdiately feeling ashad, "Christopher Hart! Have so sha, will you?"
"What did I do?" The man frowned, confused.
Alia didn’t want to deal with him; she just wished he would disappear on the spot, never to be seen again.
Seeing her ears turning red as if they were about to bleed, Mr. Hart had a sudden realization and his smile deepened.
"Did you misunderstand sothing?"
"..."
"What I’m talking about is serious business, legitimate stuff. What did you think it was? Oh sure, the things between a man and a woman are indeed ’serious business’."
"Have you had enough?" Alia put down her utensils, ready to flip the table if he continued his rascality.
The children were startled by their mother’s sudden dropping of the utensils, all looking tense.
Christopher Hart then conceded, "Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing you. Let’s talk about serious matters."
"Firstly, do you plan on staying here indefinitely?"
"If you refuse to move to Imperial Garden, you should at least find a bigger place to live. If you trust , I can arrange sothing for you, okay?"
The won and children of Christopher Hart should be living in castles or estates, but at the very least, a villa or a luxury apartnt, right?
"Secondly, regarding the children’s school enrollnts. You were probably thinking of leaving before, so you didn’t look into the kindergartens around here."
"These past few days, I had Lucas King do so research and he screened a few good options. I’ve brought the information; there are two that I like especially, you can take a look later, and we should finalize the decision as soon as possible."
Alia stopped chewing and turned to look at him.
Well, isn’t he self-assured.
She hasn’t given half a word of consent, and here he is already arranging living spaces and kindergartens.
He really doesn’t see himself as an outsider.
Seeing her gaze fixed strangely on him, Christopher Hart was puzzled, "What’s wrong? If you have any ideas, feel free to suggest them."
"Fine." Alia was just as straightforward, revealing her plans, "As for the living arrangent, I’ll just stay here for now. I don’t want to move, so don’t bother trying so hard to pull us into your territory."
She isn’t stupid; entrusting this man with finding a place to live would definitely land them in a property under his na.
Christopher Hart glimpsed that his thoughts had been seen through and didn’t hide it, smiling as he said, "My houses are just sitting empty anyway."
"That’s your business."
"..." The man was left speechless.
When had this woman beco so impervious? Wooing her had beco as challenging as reaching the heavens.
"Second, I’m not taking charge of the kindergarten issue. If you can convince the two of them to abide by your arrangents, I won’t object." Alia Garcia nodded slightly towards her sons, her attitude surprisingly open-minded.
When it ca to the children’s future, she wouldn’t be petty or shortsighted.
The kindergartens he had approved were undoubtedly top-notch, and with his intervention, the staff there would surely give extra attention to the children.
Judging by their ages, the three little ones indeed should have started kindergarten earlier, and continuing to delay would harm the children.
Christopher Hart saw her decisiveness and felt largely relieved.
Just two little brats, couldn’t he handle that?
"Fine, then I’ll make the arrangents."
————
After the al, an even more troubleso issue gave Alia Garcia a headache.
Hope was throwing a tantrum, refusing to leave, insisting on staying here to sleep.
Alia Garcia simply couldn’t refuse her daughter and had no choice but to agree.
Little did she know, the young girl was pushing the boundaries.
"Mama, make them go with dad! Mama is only allowed to be with tonight!"
Alia Garcia and Christopher Hart were both taken aback.
"Baby, this is your brothers’ ho, and you can’t kick them out." The woman tried to reason.
"I don’t... Mama is mine. I play with them because I thought they were good friends, but they’re actually trying to steal my mama."
"..." This—
Alia Garcia was at a loss.
How on earth could she clarify to the little girl that her brothers had always been by her mama’s side, and it was she—
"It’s tough for you dealing with three kids, so why don’t you let them co with ? Don’t worry, they’re my own flesh and blood; I’ll take good care of them." Christopher Hart had intended to brazenly ask for shelter, but changed his mind upon hearing his daughter’s rejection of her brothers.
Perhaps, this was a good opportunity to nd his relationship with his two sons.
Alia Garcia looked at him, her expression hesitant and doubtful.
Noah’s youthful face scrunched up, "Mama... can I go to Aunt Fitch’s place? I don’t want to go with this old man..."
"Oh, old man?" Mr. Hart couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s remark, "You haven’t even grown a full set of whiskers yet and you’re not a man, understand?"
"Christopher Hart!" Alia Garcia was furious.
How could he be so acerbic to his own child!
Christopher Hart was angry too.
He had sworn to work on his temper, starting with shedding the habit of a sharp tongue—
But this darn kid was just too infuriating!
He was honestly puzzled; what had he done to deserve such disdain from his own son!
"Kid, you tell , what’s the reason for your strong aversion to ."
"What do you think? Have you forgotten the great deeds you’ve done? Say you’re old; you won’t believe it, but you’re already forgetful." Noah was articulate beyond his years and fearless.
Christopher Hart no longer rushed to leave, sitting down on the sofa leisurely, "What great deeds have I done?"
"You abandoned Mama! You were with another woman, and that woman even bullied Mama, you’re all scoundrels!"
"I— " Christopher Hart was at a loss for words; his breath caught and then deflated as he turned to Alia Garcia, "You’re saying you didn’t teach him this?"
The woman raised her hand as if to swear, "I really didn’t."
"Do I need Mama to teach this? I found out all about it on the internet."
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