The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 113

Early the following day, Paisley officially sent Serena to her new kindergarten. At the school gate, the scene of

reluctant goodbyes played out once again.

"Rena, be a good girl. Listen to what Ms. Johnson tells you, and if you feel unwell, tell her right away. Don't keep

it to yourself." Paisley repeated, tirelessly reminding her daughter.

"Okay, I'll remember that, Mommy." Serena also dutifully responded, repeating her promises.

"And get along well with the other kids. Don't bully anyone, and don't let anyone bully you, okay? If someone

does, tellimmediately." Paisley couldn't bear to have the sissues from the last kindergarten repeat.

"Okay, Mom, | really understand," Serena said again.

"Don't worry, Ms. Sutton. I'll take good care of her," Sophia smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, Ms. Johnson." Paisley handed Serena over to Sophia and, reluctantly, watched her daughter

be carried into the classroom by Sophia. As she turned to leave, she ran into two other mothers who were also

dropping off their children.

Although Paisley didn't know them well, she nodded politely at the two slightly aloof-looking parents-it was what

parents did when their kids went to the skindergarten.

"Hello." Paisley greeted politely, but without waiting for a response, she simply walked out of the kindergarten.

Millie's mother, Vivian, turned to look at Paisley's retreating figure as she frowned, "Is that the new kid's mom?"

Another parent, also watching, nodded. "She seems unfamiliar, so it must be her."

"She's decent-looking, but her clothes are so plain. And she has no makeup up on. She really doesn't care about

her image at all." Vivian, on the other hand, was impeccably done up, her diamond-studded nails catching the

light.

"She looks like a stay-at-hmom struggling with life. Her husband is probably a nobody who's not earning

much," the other parent added, agreeing with Vivian. Though, truth be told, she didn't completely buy her own

words. In fact, she did think Paisley was naturally beautiful, even without makeup.

Still, there was little choice for her. Vivian was the president of the parents' committee, and if she wanted her

daughter to fit in, she had to follow along with Vivian's opinions.

Vivian, however, was unbothered. "I bet she doesn't have a husband. Yesterday, when | asked about her job, she

was hesitant and senta question mark. Eventually, she said she's a freelancer."

Vivian sneered, "Freelancer? That's just a fancy way of saying she doesn't have a stable job. And if she had a

husband, why didn't she mention him yesterday?"

Vivian had also asked about Serena's father in the group chat yesterday, but Paisley only mentioned her job as a

freelancer and sidestepped anything about her partner.

Realization struck another parent and she immediately laughed, complimenting, "Mrs. Morgan, you always see

through to the heart of the matter."

Vivian basked in the praise from the other parents and, with a patronizing tone, said to that parent, "At the end

of the month, I'll throw Millie a grand birthday party. You and Elara should ctoo."

"Of course," Elara's mother, Isabella, smiled awkwardly, already thinking about what gift to buy for Millie. Then,

Vivian spoke again, "You know, my husband's often away. He's the general manager of Cloud Crest Winery, and

he has a lot on his plate. But for Millie's birthday, he promised he'll cback, and he'll bring a bottle of Cloud

Crest Reserve for us parents to share."

Isabella, now more eager to please Vivian, couldn't help but feel a sting of discomfort. She realized that this

time, she'd have to buy something much more expensive for the birthday gift.

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During the break, Grayson stood alone on the playground, staring at the pre-one class activities. Despite his

efforts, he couldn't spot Serena anywhere.

Unable to hold back any longer, he walked toward the pre-one class. The younger children, busy with their

games, paused and curiously watched him as he approached.

"What brings you here, little boy?" the new pre-one class teacher asked.

"Where's Serena?" Grayson asked.

The teacher paused in uncertainty, as she didn't know who Serena was. "Who's Serena? There's no one by that

nin this class."

As the class’ activity tended, the teacher efficiently led the children back to the classroom.

Grayson stood there, motionless, his eyes fixed on the empty space. Serena wasn't here anymore, and the

thought that he might never see his mom again filled him with a heavy, aching sadness.

"Sonny, what are you doing here? This is the area for little kids. Cback with me." Stella ran over and

grabbed Grayson, trying to pull him back.

Grayson stumbled as Stella tugged on him, almost losing his balance. He pulled his arm away, his voice sharp. "I

don't want to go back. | just want to be alone for a while."

Stella didn't understand what was going on with Grayson and stubbornly tried to pull him back. "But | want you

to cback and play with me."

Out of all the kids in the class, Grayson was the only one she hung out with, while the others had to be at her

command.

Grayson usually gave in to Stella's requests, but he felt irritated today. "I don't want to play with you right now. |

just want to be alone for a while.

Usually, Stella would always ask him to do this and that. Even though he didn't always want to, he'd put up with

it because she was Marissa's niece. But for sreason, today, he didn't feel like putting up with it anymore.

Stella, clearly shocked by Grayson's reaction, blinked back tears. "If you don't play with me, I'll tell Aunt Marissa

that you're bullying me."

In the past, whenever Stella said something like that, it always worked. Grayson had always been completely

under her control. But this time, Grayson just gave her an impatient look and muttered, "Do whatever you want."

He turned and walked away, sitting alone off to the side, fuming. He couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't let

Stella bully Serena back then, would she still be here?

‘Serena wasn't wrong, after all. She is Mom's daughter, and even though we don't share the sfather, she is

still my sister. If | had treated her better, maybe Mom would have likedmore," Grayson thought. Grayson

slipped his hand into his pocket, where a piece of chocolate lay quietly. It was the one Serena had secretly given

him at Paisley's place.

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