Chapter 629

Graciella shook her head slightly and said, "I even suspect that there is something wrong with my ears."

Graciella shot a suspicious look at her.

Abigail laughed and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Aunt Jaida!"

Suddenly, Boris's cry came from upstairs. Graciella frowned and said, "What's wrong with him again? Why does he cry all the time?" "Mom, what's wrong?" Graciella asked loudly.

Jaida, who was on the second floor, answered, "I've beaten him up."

Graciella couldn't sit still. She put on her slippers and ran upstairs.

Abigail followed up. She was worried about her three babies.

When they got upstairs, Giada was sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

And Boris was all tears on her side.

"Mom, why did you hit him?" Graciella wiped the tears from her son's face. "Baby, be strong. I don't want to hear you crying every day."

Boris looked at his mother with a pitiful face. "Mom, grandma said that I'm not as obedient as Gia and that Gia made a lot of money by herself. She called me good-for-nothing and blamed me for playing games."

Graciella looked at Giada, who was sitting on the sofa, and her face was full of shock.

"Gia, you made money?"

Jaida said, "Gia is extremely talented in painting, and she practices every day. Look at your son! He has been playing games from 8 am until now. And he even can't read the easiest books. The school will start soon. Can he study well if he doesn't adjust himself now?"

Jaida looked at his grandson and felt helpless. She had thought that Boris only played games when he was bored.

After observation, she found he did not do anything except playing games.

"Mom, Boris is still young, and different children have different talents. You can't compare him with Gia. Boris will get hurt."

Jaida frowned and looked at his daughter. "You're spoiling him. Eden barely looked at her cell phone in front of the kids. She takes time to accompany them to read books.

Before going to bed at night, she read inspiring stories for them. But you sit there all day, looking at your mobile phone, focusing on the stock market. You don't accompany Boris even if you have time.

He has nothing to do and can only play games.

Graciella, life is not all about making money. As long as you can spend one or two hours with him every day, it will be beneficial to his physical and mental health."

Boris cried louder when he heard that. "Gia and her brothers are not granda's biological grandchildren. I am her family. But she is partial towards them." Boris expressed his dissatisfaction.

It would be a disaster if she banned him from playing games.

Gia cast a resentful look at Boris.

They were not her Jaida's biological grandchildren, but they treated Jaida as their own grandma.

"Boris, how can you say that?" Jaida wondered how this child got to know these things.

Abigail looked at Gia's sad face and quickly walked over to hold her in her arms.

Gia was more mature than her peers, and she must feel grieved when hearing this.

Graciella knew that her son had gone too far. She looked down at him and said, "Boris, you can't talk like this. Your words will hurt Gia's heart." Graciella looked apologetically at Gia, who was in Abigail's arms.

Alas!

How could her son be so thoughtless?

"But why is it always my fault? Why can't it be Gia's bad?" Boris asked reluctantly.

Abigail sighed, "Boris, you have lived a comfortable life since you were a child. Gia and her two brothers are not as lucky as you are! They don't have a father. They only have their mother and grandma. Seeing their mother toil at her work and their grandmother so tired taking care of them, they grew to be very obedient. This is a result of their home environment. And everyone makes mistakes. So does Gia. When she was in kindergarten, the children in their class were often beaten by her"

Boris suddenly stopped crying when he heard that. "Gia is a bully?"

Giada rolled her eyes. Wasn't he bullied by her every day?

Upon hearing Abigail's words, Graciella's expression became complicated.

As she looked at her mother, she saw her standing there with her eyes red.

She knew that her mother had long regarded that these three children as her own grandchildren.

She had always been very careful in taking care of them.

Moreover, they were the most sensible children she had ever met.

The atmosphere became a little oppressive, and Boris stopped crying.

When Jaida saw that Gia was no longer sad, she said, "Boris, listen. You should stop indulgent yourself in the games and try to read more books like Gia."

"No, Grandma, I can't. I haven't gone to school yet. I don't even know how to spell my name. How can I read?"

Everyone else was speechless.

Graciella only felt shameful. He had studied in kindergarten for three years, but it was all in vain.

"It is all his father's fault. He only tells Boris nonsenses every day." Graciella wanted to cry but had no tears.

Recently, she had found that her son had a lot of bad habits, and she felt anxious.

Boris burst into laughter, "Dad taught me how to chat up with girls. When facing a beautiful girl like Gia, boys should be gentle to her..."

"Shut up!" Graciella roared.

Abigail was tongue-tied.

Jaida didn't know what to say either.

Gia stared at Boris with wide eyes. She hadn't expected him to be so precocious.

How could he know this kind of thing?

"Boris, I advise you to cut it off. What nonsense are you talking about?" Giada looked at him with a puzzled look.

Boris glared at Gia and said, "This is not nonsense. This is what my father taught me. I am a man."

Giada curled her lips and restored," A man? I don't see it."

Boris asked, "Are you bullying me?"

Giada glared at him. She admitted she couldn't afford to offend him!

Gia looked up slightly and smiled at Abigail who was protecting her. "Please send me back to my room. I'm going to start drawing. Grandma will go to the supermarket soon. I don't want to bother you coming upstairs again."

"Alright, baby, let's go back right now. I heard that you've participated in a painting competition. I'm sure you will win first place," Abigail said as she picked up Giada and walked towards her room.

Graciella felt very depressed. No comparison, no harm.

Why was her son so naughty?

He had even already known about hooking up with girls before he grew up.