NovelEnglishZoey returned to her office, grabbed a piece of candy, and made her way back to the nurse's office. Inside, the little boy who had pushed Nolan was still crying, tears pouring out like a broken faucet. Zoey patted his head, "You go on out, I need to have a word with Nolan." The boy nodded, hiccupping as he left the room.
Zoey looked at Nolan sitting on the bed, clearly more uncomfortable than before, and she felt a pang of guilt.
"Nolan, does it still hurt? Want scandy?" She took his hand and placed the candy in his palm.
Nolan looked down at the pink candy, his eyelashes drooped, and tears began to fall.
Zoey paused and immediately panicked.
She grabbed a tissue from the side and started to wipe away his tears.
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Zoey felt as if something had pricked her heart and gently wiped his cheeks.
"Teachers are human too, we make mistakes like kids sometimes. I won't say those things again, I'm sorry. What can I do to make you forgive me?" "I want... Ozzy." Ozzy? Wasn't that the nof his family's dog? "You want another puppy? I can go buy one this afternoon, how does that sound?" "Your Ozzy, the one you fold." Zoey suddenly remembered, he had been upset over a paper-folded cat when he was accidentally pushed.
Her heart softened instantly, "Okay, if you forgive me, I'll fold you three." Nolan's heart felt a bittersweet pang, he pursed his lips and slowly nodded.
Zoey breathed a sigh of relief; the child was appeased, but dealing with Fitch was another matter entirely.
He was overly protective of Nolan, couldn't stand to see him hurt.
"Nolan, can you talk to your dad? Let's put this behind us and be friends, okay?" After hesitating for ten seconds, Nolan slowly nodded.
A smile curved Zoey's lips as she ruffled his hair.
"Good boy. Let's head out now, your forehead's been taken care of, you can go hwith your dad today." She opened her arms and lifted Nolan.
With just a tilt of his head, Nolan could see her face.
His heart raced, and his little hand shook on before he dared to gently wraet her back for a long te it her neck. SW Zoey didn't notice these subtle changes; she genuinely cared for Nolan, who seemed so introverted.
But she couldn't help thinking, with a father as nitpicky as Fitch, the kid's life must be hard.
Her opinion of him soured further in her mind.
When she brought Nolan to Fitch, he was already sitting in the principal's office.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe principal, looking anxious and fearful, scolded her as she entered with the child in her arms.
"Ms. March, you should've let Nolan rest there; doesn't he have a clotting disorder?" Zoey frowned, "The wound has stopped bleeding; there's no need for him to stay in bed." Fitch's expression was frosty, but it softened when he saw her holding Nolan, his eyes misting over.
"It's easy for you not to care, he's not your child." The air grew heavy with his words, and the principal trembled, too scared to speak.
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SW to Zoey placed the child next to Fitch, "Mr. Haskins, you should have a good talk with Nolan." With that, she spoke to the principal.
"I'm off to read a storybook, I won't disturb you any longer.' The principal turned pale with fear, the issue still unresolved, and yet she was leaving.
As Zoey turned to go, Fitch spoke up.
"Ms. job at why don't you quit your kindergarten and cetas Nolan's personal swho Zoey paused, her smile forced, "No need, Mr. Haskins. I'm afraid I might not take good enough care of him."
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