Matter of Love

Chapter 656 Leave (Part Two)

The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't know. But the big brother is so fierce. I hate him so much."

"By the way, the big brother asked me to tell you that you should cherish the present." After the two of them talked for a while, the little girl suddenly remembered this sentence and said.

Standing still, Leona thought for a long time. Maybe she didn't have to leave in such a hurry now.

At this time, sitting in the car, Greg looked through the window at Leona and the little girl in the distance.

Afraid that Leona would recognize his handwriting, Greg cut out the words on the newspaper. When he got out of the car, he happened to see the "child" of Leona. Then Greg ferociously gave it to the child and let her give it to Leona.

Greg felt heartbroken when he saw that Leona smiled with her and York's child, so he immediately drove away. However, he drove away a second ago, and the next second, the child turned around and left. Therefore, numerous experiments proved that Greg was a fool who would never see the real end.

Greg looked at his watch and found that it was almost the time, so he drove to pick up Eden. Anyway, Eden was also her son. Now, he really wanted to take good care of his son. From now on, no one could take his eldest son away from him. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

After arriving at the school, Greg waited outside for a long time, but no one came out of the school, nor did his eldest son come out. He was impatient, so he called his head teacher.

"Eden's dad? Why didn't you answer the phone?" The teacher's slightly angry voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My phone was muted. Did my son Eden finish school?" Greg asked.

"Well, you'd better come into my office and have a look."

Greg answered yes as he sensed that something was wrong. Then he hung up the phone and rushed to the head teacher's office.

When they arrived at the office, he found that Eden and the other little boy were standing side by side with bruises on their faces.

"What's going on?" Greg looked at the scene. 'You're such a naughty boy, Eden. You eat and sleep a lot at home every day, but you ended up being bitten like this.

"Your son is so sharp. The child just accidentally stepped on him, Eden bit him immediately. I can't control the child. It's too much for me." The teacher said.

"Teacher, you are unfair! You have seen it from the surveillance video just now. He stepped on me on purpose!" Eden shouted as soon as he heard what the teacher had said.

The teacher's face changed when she saw Eden like this. She immediately turned to Greg and said, "Look at this child. How could he talk back?"

"Teacher, you are being unfair. I heard you called his father just now and you said you would protect him." Eden immediately talked out what he heard about the teacher said on the phone.

The teacher's face darkened. He snapped, "Why are you talking nonsense? Teachers are fair. How could there be any bias?" Then he turned to look at Greg and said, "Sir, I really can't really manage your child. He is at such a young age and already knows how to frame others. It's a pity that you won't be a streamer in the future."

Looking at the teacher's hypocritical face coldly, Greg called the teacher to the corridor alone and began to say those words, "teacher, you've gone through a lot for my kid. Here is some gift for your

contribution. Please take it." As he spoke, he took out the watch from his pocket as a gift. But even so, the watch was worth tens of thousands.

The teacher was a sophisticated person. He could tell at a glance that the watch was expensive. He immediately pretended to refuse, "No. How can a teacher accept it? It's a sign of lack of professional ethics."

Looking at the teacher's attitude, Greg urged him a few times. The teacher said, "If you insist." Then he took the watch.

"Haha, we treat the students as our own children. The reason why the children fight with each other is just because of some small contradictions, but we must be fair, otherwise it will also have a bad impact on them." The two turned around and went back to their room. The teacher touched Eden's head affectionately, and then turned to look at the other child. "Just now, I and Eden's parents checked the surveillance video again. Sure enough, you stepped on him on purpose. It's her first day at school. Why are you so rude to him? Apologize to him now."

"Miss It was him... " Seeing that the teacher was no longer on his side, the boy opened his mouth with grievance. Before he could finish his sentence, the teacher interrupted him with a roar.

"Apologize now!"

The student had no choice but to turn around, looked at Eden and said sorry through gritted teeth.

"Forget it. I don't want to argue with you. On purpose or not, I will just forget it. But I don't understand. It's the first time we meet today. Why do you have to step on me?" Eden couldn't figure it out. They didn't know each other before, so there was no old grudge. But why did he step on him?

"I just don't like you so I stepped on you. He murmured in a voice that could only be heard by himself.

"What did you say?" Although the teacher didn't hear it, he knew that the student must have said something bad. As soon as he received the good gift from Greg, he naturally had to put on an act in front of Greg. He said, "You are a good kid, but that you are really getting more and more unreasonable recently. Eden didn't provoke you, and you two don't know each other. You stepped on him for no reason and now I asked you to apologize. You were unwilling to do that, as if someone owed you a lot of money. You've gone too far!"

Looking at the teacher's hypocritical face, Greg felt sick. Greg's face immediately turned sour. He pulled Eden over and said crossly, "teacher, I'll take the child away. You'd better ask the parents of the child to come as soon as possible." Then he turned around and left with Eden.

Now he began to consider whether to change a teacher for Eden, because this teacher was too dark inside. Greg was afraid of him defiling his son.