Chapter 144
Keen was absolutely livid with Marvin. His eyes were blazing, and he pointed a trembling finger at Marvin, shouting, “What did you just say? Say it again if you dare!”
Marvin looked genuinely startled. “Keen, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
Keen grabbed Marvin’s sleeve, his emotions spiraling out of control.
“Mom would never choose anyone over me! You’re the one no one wants, you stray!”
Their shouting match quickly drew the attention of the other kids nearby.
Hearing the commotion, the teachers hurried over.
“What’s going on here? What happened?”
Marvin’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at them. “Yeah, I’m the one no one wants.”
“Keen, I know I don’t have a mom, and Dad’s always busy with work, so he can’t be with me. That’s why I begged Stella to come for the competition.”
Keen screamed, “I won’t allow it! I won’t! She’s my mom! Give her back to me!”
Fearing the situation might escalate into a physical fight, the teachers quickly separated the two.
Keen and Marvin had become the main focus of the kindergarten staff’s attention.
Every time the teachers turned their backs, even for just a moment to tidy up some forms, the two boys would find a way to clash again.
In all their years at this elite kindergarten, the staff had never seen a feud like Keen and Marvin’s.
They’d tried everything-time-outs, mediation, even separating them during playtime. Nothing worked.
Now, with exhausted sighs and shared glances, the teachers reached their final resort: summoning the parents.
Haynes had just landed from a business trip. After receiving the call, he instructed Benson, his driver, “Head to the kindergarten.”
Benson adjusted the direction of the car, heading toward the school.
From the rear-view mirror, he discreetly observed Haynes’ expression, cautiously asking, “Mr. O’Brien, did something happen with young master Keen again?”
Haynes leaned back into the plush leather seat, exhaustion evident from the back-to-back meetings and the long-haul flight. “He got into a fight with another kid at the kindergarten,” Haynes replied, rubbing his temples in frustration. “Why is he becoming such a handful?”
“Mr. O’Brien, kids at this age often have a lot of issues. My sister’s child is a year older than your son, and she’s constantly running to the kindergarten too,” Benson remarked sympathetically.
Haynes retorted coldly, “He never used to cause this much trouble.”
Benson cleared his throat gently, “That’s probably because Mrs. O’Brien used to handle everything. You never had to worry about it.”
It had only been six months since Keen’s health had stabilized enough for him to join this kindergarten.
Before that, Keen was frequently ill, to the point where Stella had to call Benson several times, unable to reach Haynes, when Keen’s condition turned critical.
Even over the phone, Benson could sense Stella’s anxiety and desperation.
As Haynes’ son, Benson took these matters seriously, ensuring Keen received prompt medical care, sometimes even before Haynes could be reached.
Most of the time when Haynes finally called back, Keen was already out of immediate danger.
For minor issues, like squabbles with other kids or parent-teacher meetings, Stella rarely bothered Haynes.
Haynes, blissfully unaware, thought parenting was a breeze, thanks to Stella’s capable handling.
Just when his workload was at its peak, the kindergarten kept dragging him in for meetings—each summons more irritating than the last.
He picked up his phone, dialing Stella’s number.