Female Novel
Chapter 1773: What Is Your Purpose?
Chapter 1773: What Is Your Purpose?
The first day at kindergarten.
Westbrook returned to the Saunders family, crying loudly as if the sky was falling, almost lifting the roof
off.
Fox remained in the hospital, with both arms fixed and immobilized. Eating, sleeping, and daily
activities all required assistance. She couldn't return to the Saunders family at all.
Vicki had been ruthless. It would take at least ten days or half a month for Fox to get rid of the arm
immobilizer, and complete recovery would take at least a hundred days.
This was actually the effect Vicki wanted. Recently, she needed to assist Joyce in rescuing Alisha and
didn't have time to keep an eye on Fox. So she sent Fox to the hospital for a while to calm down. It also
freed up her hands to do more important things.
Mr. Reese was at home today and felt sorry for Westbrook when he saw him crying and running home.
He embraced his youngest son and patted him while comforting him, "What happened? Tell me who
bullied you, and I'll go beat him up."
Westbrook kept crying and throwing a tantrum.
"Anderson, it's Anderson who bullied me! Sob... Look at my forehead, it's all bruised, and there's so
much blood!" Westbrook pointed at his forehead, full of grievances.
Mr. Reese glared at Carlo disapprovingly. "You were the one who picked up Westbrook today, what
happened exactly? Who is this Anderson? How dare he bully Westbrook? Is he tired of living?"
Carlo hurriedly explained, "Sir, there is no evidence to prove that Anderson injured Young Master.
Although it seems like Young Master was hit by a slingshot on the forehead, we searched the
classroom and couldn't find any slingshots or marbles. Teacher Zhang asked every child, but no one
saw what hit Young Master. The children at Dewey Noble Kindergarten are mostly from wealthy
families, and without evidence, we can't confront the other party."
"No, it's definitely Anderson! It's him, it must be him!" Westbrook kicked his legs without restraint. "I
don't care, Dad, you go teach him a lesson! I want him out of the kindergarten!"
Mr. Reese's expression turned serious, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who is this Anderson?"
Carlo whispered to Mr. Reese, "He's Luther, the son of military commander Joyce. Sir, we can't afford
to provoke him. Besides, Mr. Warner is friends with Felix. We have to give Mr. Felix some face."
At home, Carlo often called Felix "Mr. Saunders," emphasizing his legitimate status. But in front of Mr.
Reese, Carlo referred to Felix as "Mr. Felix" because there was an illegitimate older brother above him.
Mr. Reese frowned, "Such a big background?"
Carlo nodded, "Yes, sir. I've checked the surveillance footage. There's really no one seen using a
slingshot. Young Master's forehead was indeed hit by something, but luckily the injury isn't severe. In
the surveillance, Anderson was busy writing programs on his mini computer the whole time. They say
he's a computer genius and didn't even look up. We can't forcefully blame him without evidence."
Mr. Reese carefully examined the wound on Westbrook's forehead. It was a round mark, clearly caused
by an external object. It couldn't have been caused by himself. They couldn't find anyone using a
slingshot on the surveillance footage. It meant that the other party didn't use a slingshot at all. Theynovelbin
used some method unknown to them, but it was definitely not something ordinary. The speed at which
they acted exceeded the frame rate captured by the surveillance. They were truly impressive!
This child named Anderson had such talent at such a young age.
Looking at Westbrook, who could only cry and shout, Mr. Reese suddenly felt envious. Why were other
people's children so successful?
Feeling restless, he sharply scolded Westbrook, "Stop crying! You're useless! If you have the ability,
next time catch evidence when someone bullies you. Take revenge yourself."
Westbrook had never been scolded by Mr. Reese before, and he was stunned. He stopped crying,
sniffled, and stared blankly at Mr. Reese.
"If someone can teach you a lesson without leaving any traces, it means they have ability. You can't
beat them. You might as well not go to kindergarten and embarrass yourself," Mr. Reese scolded
angrily.
"No, I want to go, I want to go!" Westbrook panicked at the thought of not going to kindergarten. Kiki
was so pretty, and he wanted to go to school for her.
"Then don't provoke Anderson, do you hear me?!" Mr. Reese glared at him, "Either you're stronger than
him, or you behave yourself and stay out of trouble. Understand?! Also, spend some time learningmore
knowledge. Look at others, they can already program computers. What about you? Besides eating,
sleeping, and causing trouble, what can you do?!"
Westbrook was stunned by the scolding and dared not say a word, forgetting even to cry.
Mr. Reese turned to Carlo and gave a stern order, "Arrange private tutoring sessions for him and fill his
days with studying. No playing outside. If he dares to disrespect his teachers, you tell me, and I'll
personally break his legs!"
"Yes," Carlo lowered his head and accepted the command. As he turned around, he smirked. Sending
young master to Dewey Noble Kindergarten was truly the right move. After this comparison, Mr. Reese
was dissatisfied with Westbrook's current situation. Disciplining him would bring peace to the
household.
Mr. Reese, feeling frustrated, glared at Westbrook, "Go upstairs and study."
Westbrook was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa. He crawled and scrambled up the stairs,
forgetting even to cry. Even his usually doting father had turned against him, and his mother was in the
hospital. He had to restrain himself.
Shortly after, Vicki and Felix returned home.
Today, they had both been busy outside, coordinating manpower and organizing their actions.
As soon as they entered the house, Vicki noticed Mr. Reese sitting on the sofa, an unusual tranquility
filling the house.
Mr. Reese seemed to be waiting for her, his gaze fixed on her. It seemed like he had something to say.
Vicki boldly approached him, walking up to Mr. Reese's side. She stopped and went straight to the
point, "Do you need something from me?"
Felix followed Vicki closely, gently pulling her to his side, as if protecting her. Although his father had
aged, his authority still remained. If he really intended to harm Vicki, Felix would definitely intervene.
Mr. Reese coldly surveyed Vicki for several minutes before finally speaking, "Vicki, what is your
purpose in entering the Saunders family?"
Felix was taken aback, instinctively pulling Vicki even closer.
Oh no, does the old man know about Vicki's past connection to the Saunders family? Does he suspect
that Vicki married him for a reason?
Reese's sharp gaze pierced into Vicki's eyes. She had injured Fox and sent Westbrook to the
kindergarten where Anderson was. This woman couldn't possibly have no ulterior motives.
His eyes narrowed, and he sternly questioned, "Do you want to destroy the Saunders family?!"