Chapter 924

Back to Blue Ocean.

Luther carried Anderson happily right into Joyce's apartment. He put

Anderson down, stroked his head, and then handed Anderson a large

bag he had just taken out of the sports car, "Good boy, this is the

smartphone and the latest computer I promised you. Take them and

have fun yourself.

"Wow!" Anderson jumped up and down with excitement.

The little boy held up a large gift bag and looked especially cute and

adorable.

After Anderson walked into his room with his gift in his arms...

Joyce finally couldn't help but question Luther, "What the hell are you

doing? What are you doing in the kindergarten?"

"Oh, you're late for picking up your own kid and you won't allow me to

do it?" Luther gave her a sidelong glance.

"I..." Joyce was speechless.

Why would it even matter to him if she was late? And now, what's

wrong with the questioning tone of his?

“I took a phone call on my way out and was delayed, and there was

traffic on the road.” She defended.

"Miss Knowles has always been so rigorous and conscientious in her

work. And you think these could be the reasons for such a mistake?

You would accept such poor reasons from your own staff?" Luther said

with dissatisfaction.

Joyce simply felt like freaking out. Why did she have to explain to him

for being late?

Staff? Was the analogy reasonable? Was she his employee?

"Who is Mr. Warner to be in my business? And you caused such a big

misunderstanding in the kindergarten today. You must find a way to

explain to the teachers that you are not Anderson's father." She

exasperated.

Luther's heart sank and his face changed. He was not Anderson's

father? Such words, especially when they were from her, were

extraordinarily heart wrenching.

She knew full well that he was Anderson's father.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed his anger back down.

He said he would give her time, and he had to be calm.

Let's not get into this with her first.

He explained kindly, "I went to the project site this afternoon. I left early,

and stopped by to give Anderson a visit. Unexpectedly, I met

Anderson's classmates and his mother at the entrance of the school.

They laughed at Anderson for him not having a father, and I couldn't

just stand asides and stepped in to help Anderson out. Is that wrong?"

Joyce was silent. She knew that the children who grew up with

Anderson often said behind his back that Anderson didn't have a father

and made fun of Anderson.

She couldn't possibly stop them one by one.

Anderson never said anything about it, but she knew that he must have

longed to have a father himself.

So, she never dared to mention the word "dad" in front of Anderson.

Little did she know that Anderson would be laughed at again by his

classmates on his first day of kindergarten.

She glanced worriedly at Anderson, who was having a good time inside

the room.

Fortunately, Anderson was not affected in any way.

Perhaps, thanks to Luther's presence, it was stopped in time.

It was no wonder that Anderson would deliberately acted along with

Luther.

She held her forehead feebly and looked tired.

Luther saw that she was depressed, and he comforted, “Since they

have misunderstood, why not just keep it that way. We don't need to

explain to the teachers. Let them all think Anderson has a father, OK?"

Joyce did not say anything. Right now, it was the best way for Anderson

to stay in the kindergarten happily.

Luther was much more comfortable when he saw that she did not

object. In any case, in the kindergarten, he had first given himself a

proper name.

Originally, he was Anderson's father.

"By the way, why do you have to let Anderson go to kindergarten? It's

perfectly fine to hire private tutors, all the best teachers, and if you think

the cost is too high, I can..."