Chapter 1773: What Is Your Purpose?

Chapter 1773: What Is Your Purpose?

The first day at kindergarten.

Westbrook returned to the Saunders family, crying loudly as if the sky

was falling, almost lifting the roof off.

Fox remained in the hospital, with both arms fixed and immobilized.

Eating, sleeping, and daily activities all required assistance. She

couldn't return to the Saunders family at all.

Vicki had been ruthless. It would take at least ten days or half a month

for Fox to get rid of the arm immobilizer, and complete recovery would

take at least a hundred days.

This was actually the effect Vicki wanted. Recently, she needed to

assist Joyce in rescuing Alisha and didn't have time to keep an eye on

Fox. So she sent Fox to the hospital for a while to calm down. It also

freed up her hands to do more important things.

Mr. Reese was at home today and felt sorry for Westbrook when he

saw him crying and running home.

He embraced his youngest son and patted him while comforting him,

"What happened? Tell me who bullied you, and I'll go beat him up."

Westbrook kept crying and throwing a tantrum.

"Anderson, it's Anderson who bullied me! Sob... Look at my forehead,

it's all bruised, and there's so much blood!" Westbrook pointed at his

forehead, full of grievances.

Mr. Reese glared at Carlo disapprovingly. “You were the one who

picked up Westbrook today, what happened exactly? Who is this

Anderson? How dare he bully Westbrook? Is he tired of living?"

Carlo hurriedly explained, "Sir, there is no evidence to prove that

Anderson injured Young Master. Although it seems like Young Master

was hit by a slingshot on the forehead, we searched the classroom and

couldn't find any slingshots or marbles. Teacher Zhang asked every

child, but no one saw what hit Young Master. The children at Dewey

Noble Kindergarten are mostly from wealthy families, and without

evidence, we can't confront the other party.”

"No, it's definitely Anderson! It's him, it must be him!" Westbrook kicked

his legs without restraint. "I don't care, Dad, you go teach him a lesson!

I want him out of the kindergarten!"

Mr. Reese's expression turned serious, and he asked in a cold voice,

"Who is this Anderson?"

Carlo whispered to Mr. Reese, "He's Luther, the son of military

commander Joyce. Sir, we can't afford to provoke him. Besides, Mr.

Warner is friends with Felix. We have to give Mr. Felix some face.”

At home, Carlo often called Felix "Mr. Saunders,” emphasizing his

legitimate status. But in front of Mr. Reese, Carlo referred to Felix as

"Mr. Felix" because there was an illegitimate older brother above him.

Mr. Reese frowned, "Such a big background?"

Carlo nodded, "Yes, sir. I've checked the surveillance footage. There's

really no one seen using a slingshot. Young Master's forehead was

indeed hit by something, but luckily the injury isn't severe. In the

surveillance, Anderson was busy writing programs on his mini computer

the whole time. They say he's a computer genius and didn't even look

up. We can't forcefully blame him without evidence."

Mr. Reese carefully examined the wound on Westbrook's forehead. It

was a round mark, clearly caused by an external object. It couldn't have

been caused by himself. They couldn't find anyone using a slingshot on

the surveillance footage. It meant that the other party didn't use a

slingshot at all. They used some method unknown to them, but it was

definitely not something ordinary. The speed at which they acted

exceeded the frame rate captured by the surveillance. They were truly

impressive!

This child named Anderson had such talent at such a young age.

Looking at Westbrook, who could only cry and shout, Mr. Reese

suddenly felt envious. Why were other people's children so successful?

Feeling restless, he sharply scolded Westbrook, "Stop crying! You're

useless! If you have the ability, next time catch evidence when

someone bullies you. Take revenge yourself."

Westbrook had never been scolded by Mr. Reese before, and he was

stunned. He stopped crying, sniffled, and stared blankly at Mr. Reese.

"If someone can teach you a lesson without leaving any traces, it

means they have ability. You can't beat them. You might as well not go

to kindergarten and embarrass yourself,” Mr. Reese scolded angrily.

“No, I want to go, I want to go!" Westbrook panicked at the thought of

not going to kindergarten. Kiki was so pretty, and he wanted to go to

school for her.

"Then don't provoke Anderson, do you hear me?!" Mr. Reese glared at

him, “Either you're stronger than him, or you behave yourself and stay

out of trouble. Understand?! Also, spend some time learningmore

knowledge. Look at others, they can already program computers. What

about you? Besides eating, sleeping, and causing trouble, what can

you do?!"

Westbrook was stunned by the scolding and dared not say a word,

forgetting even to cry.

Mr. Reese turned to Carlo and gave a stern order, "Arrange private

tutoring sessions for him and fill his days with studying. No playing

outside. If he dares to disrespect his teachers, you tell me, and I'll

personally break his legs!"

"Yes," Carlo lowered his head and accepted the command. As he

turned around, he smirked. Sending young master to Dewey Noble

Kindergarten was truly the right move. After this comparison, Mr. Reese

was dissatisfied with Westbrook's current situation. Disciplining him

would bring peace to the household.

Mr. Reese, feeling frustrated, glared at Westbrook, "Go upstairs and

study.”

Westbrook was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa. He

crawled and scrambled up the stairs, forgetting even to cry. Even his

usually doting father had turned against him, and his mother was in the

hospital. He had to restrain himself.

Shortly after, Vicki and Felix returned home.

Today, they had both been busy outside, coordinating manpower and

organizing their actions.

As soon as they entered the house, Vicki noticed Mr. Reese sitting on

the sofa, an unusual tranquility filling the house.

Mr. Reese seemed to be waiting for her, his gaze fixed on her. It

seemed like he had something to say.

Vicki boldly approached him, walking up to Mr. Reese's side. She

stopped and went straight to the point, “Do you need something from

me?"

Felix followed Vicki closely, gently pulling her to his side, as if protecting

her. Although his father had aged, his authority still remained. If he

really intended to harm Vicki, Felix would definitely intervene.

Mr. Reese coldly surveyed Vicki for several minutes before finally

speaking, "Vicki, what is your purpose in entering the Saunders

family?"

Felix was taken aback, instinctively pulling Vicki even closer.

Oh no, does the old man know about Vicki's past connection to the

Saunders family? Does he suspect that Vicki married him for a reason?

Reese's sharp gaze pierced into Vicki's eyes. She had injured Fox and

sent Westbrook to the kindergarten where Anderson was. This woman

couldn't possibly have no ulterior motives.

His eyes narrowed, and he sternly questioned, "Do you want to destroy

the Saunders family?!"