In her heart, she harbored a deep sense of self-loathing.
She felt immense sympathy for Jeslyn, perceiving her as abandoned, much Like she had once felt herself.
To Jessie, Jeslyn was like a homeless puppy in need of care and compassion.
Stop! Stop!
Before Jessie could fully comprehend, the white BMW screeched to a halt, the abrupt brake echoing through the vicinity of the villa.
Jessie remained seated in the car.
She reasoned that if Jeslyn, despite her less-than-ideal demeanor, was willing to come and ask her to stay once more, then she would consider agreeing to tutor her.
However, Jessie waited patiently for Jeslynâs approach, but to no avail.
Jessie lowered the window and glanced behind her.
Jeslyn remained in the same spot, her dress swaying gently in the breeze.
Jessie stared at Jeslyn.
After a prolonged moment of tension, Jessie reversed the car slowly and addressed Jeslyn, âIf you come over here, Iâll teach you.
â
Jeslyn pursed her lips, adopting a patronizing expression.
âStep out of the car and carry me.
My feet are numb.
â
Jessie sneered.
âWhy should I? Standing for a while has already made your feet numb? If you donât come now, Iâll leave.
â
Without hesitation, Jeslyn hurried over as soon as Jessie finished speaking.
Jeslyn opened the car door, slipped into Jessieâs embrace, and whispered, âElsie told me youâre the mom my dad chose for me.
Iâve been happy since then, but you donât seem to like me.
â
Confusion clouded Jessieâs mind.
âWhen did I ever say Iâd be your mom? Your motherâs nameâs Daisy.
â
âShe is dead.
Iâve never seen her much anyway.
Plus, our names are alike.
Shouldnât you be my mother? Besides, my dad likes you too.
Uncle Marcus said heâs been single for a while,â Jeslyn uttered this softly.
Jessie was rendered speechless.
She pondered over Albertâs method of teaching the child.
At that moment, Elsie approached as well.
Feeling a tad embarrassed, she rubbed her hands together and admitted, âI was just speculating.
Please donât mind me.
â
Jessie bowed her head and stressed to Jeslyn, âMy purpose here is to teach you a foreign language, not to be your mother.
â
Jeslyn slouched against Jessieâs shoulder and remarked casually, âI know.
You have a boyfriend.
â
Jessieâs heart skipped a beat when she heard this.
She couldnât fathom the possibility that she had been manipulated by a three-year-old feigning innocence.
Unable to face the embarrassment, she simply asked Elsie, âWhere is her classroom?â
Elsie awkwardly interjected, âMiss Jeslyn hasnât had her meal yet.
â