My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)

Chapter 321 Mother Came to Help

Miya turned her head and met a pair of dark almond eyes with a fierce and angry look. Her back suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

The person in front of her was wearing a simple black dress. Her hair was casually scattered and her facial features were exquisite. However, because of her calm face, he looked especially cold. Miya instantly felt pressured.

"Mom!" Little Desmond's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly.

Little Keller also raised her head from her father's arms and looked at Cynthia with her almond-shaped eyes. She cried out in a childish voice, "Mom!"

Cynthia looked at her red eyes and red nose. She felt a sharp pain in her heart. The little girl she doted on had actually been bullied by this d*mned Miya and cried.

When she recalled the words that Miya had just said, her eyes became even more fierce.

She quickly walked over and rubbed her son's and daughter's heads. Then, she glared fiercely at Alston. "Such a small matter has been dragging on for half an hour and you even let your son and woman be scolded by such an unknown thing. Are you a good father?"

Alston had always been imposing and fierce. His facial features were cold and oppressive. After being questioned by Cynthia, all the cold air in his body dissipated. He even looked a little aggrieved. "Cynthia, I was just about to teach her a lesson..."

Cynthia glared at him again. Alston pursed his lips and did not dare to speak.

He changed the topic. "Why are you here? Why don't you take a good rest instead?"

When Cynthia heard him mention this, she was furious. Last night, this man had had sex with her out of control. She had only fallen asleep when the sun rose.

He was still very energetic, but Cynthia was very tired. Originally, she wanted to sleep more, but her biological clock made her unable to sleep. When she woke up and turned on her phone, she saw that someone had posted online the farce at the entrance. of the kindergarten.

Cynthia recognized at a glance that it was her husband and two children. She could not care about anything else. She asked Greg to check some information and rushed over. Unexpectedly, when she just came, she heard this woman teaching her son and daughter a lesson. She was so angry that she lost all her rationality and directly slapped her. Miya covered her red and swollen face and wailed, "She hit me. My face hurts so much and I'm bleeding..."

Cynthia looked coldly at her crying. Her voice was indifferent. "It's just a slap. Based on your behavior and what you just said, I even have the heart to kill you, let alone a slap!"

Miya paused and looked at her with tears in her eyes. "What did I do? Why are you saying that? You just came here and didn't know anything. I was clearly wronged. I just told your husband about the situation of the two children in school. In order to let you know the situation the first time, I wanted his phone number. There was no other intention. If you had come to send the children today, I would have done the same. Do you want to say that I was seducing him?"

Her explanation was really interesting.

Cynthia clapped her hands expressionlessly. "Miya, you have a glib tongue, but you are a liar."

Miya did not speak. She only looked at her and made a stubborn look.

Cynthia looked at the parents around her and suddenly said, "I want to ask, everybody, when you send your children to school, has Miya been so attentive to you?"

The parents listened to the discussion and shook their heads. "No. To be honest, I have been sending my child to school for half a year. Miya has never come out."

"Yes, me too. There was only one time when Miya was free. She directly pulled my child in without saying a word to me."

As the crowd discussed, Miya's expression became worse and worse. She didn't expect Cynthia to have asked such a question directly. She immediately became timid.

The corners of Cynthia's mouth curved up. "Oh, why did Miya, who has always been indifferent to children and parents, treat my husband so warmly and even want his contact details?"

Miya opened her mouth and argued, "I, I just felt that my previous attitude was not good. Yesterday, I was criticized by the vice principal, so I planned to change my attitude today." These words sounded very fake.

Cynthia's eyes were clear. "What a coincidence!"

Miya did not know why, but she panicked when she saw Cynthia. She had never panicked so much in the face of Alston's cold face and censure Perhaps it was because she thought that Alston was a man. Even if he was not easy to talk to and was difficult to approach, he would at least show some mercy to women.

However, Cynthia was different. She was a woman. She would definitely not show mercy to a woman who had tried to seduce her husband and bullied her own children.

She braced herself and prepared to receive the next wave of interrogation from Cynthia.

Unexpectedly, Cynthia did not look at her. Instead, she looked at Keller, who was in Alston's arms. Her voice was gentle.

"Come on, Keller, finish what you wanted to say just now."

Little Keller raised her head and looked at Miya, whose face was red and swollen. She was so scared that she shrank her neck and hesitated.

Cynthia touched her hair and said gently, "It doesn't matter. Mom is here. No one dares to scare you or bully you."

Little Keller's eyes lit up and she said in a clear and crisp voice, "Yesterday when I was playing with Fanny on the slide saw that Miya had been pestering my brother and asked what our family does. He even gave my brother a fruit and forced my brother to say..."

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"Oh?" Cynthia looked at her son. Little Desmond lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

The night before when she asked what had happened in the kindergarten, Little Desmond had deliberately concealed this matter. He did not want her to worry. Unexpectedly, such a thing happened in the morning and his mother had to come to help.

The little man felt a little embarrassed.

Cynthia smiled and touched his head. Her fingers were gentle. Little Desmond raised his head and looked at her. When he met his mother's gentle and smiling eyes, his mood suddenly relaxed. "Desmond, is what your sister said true?"

Little Desmond nodded solemnly. "Yes, Miya had been asking about our family background. I refused, but she had been following me. She rushed away until Teacher Merton was here." Having heard this, Teacher Merton felt completely hurt and did not have a good impression of Miya. He nodded. "Yes, I saw that Miya had been pestering Desmond, so I went over. She ran away when she saw me."

Miya's eyes were red and her fingers were clenched tightly as she glared at Teacher Merton. "You don't like me, so you joined hands with the siblings to chase me away, right?"

Teacher Merton rolled his eyes. He didn't want to pay attention to her words. There was really nothing to sympathize with this kind of ingrate. She deserved everything today.

Because of her, because of what had happened today, the reputation of the whole kindergarten was definitely not as good as before. The more she thought of this, the more he found this Miya to be an eyesore.

"Teacher Merton, why aren't you saying anything? Am I right? The brother and sister like to lie... Ouch!"

Before she finished speaking, she

suddenly felt a pain in her calf. She couldn't help but let out a cry. She looked down and saw a little girl wearing a light yellow dress. She was white and tender. Her face was round and her eyes were round. Her little foot kicked her calf.

"You little child, why are you kicking me!"

Miya was extremely angry. She was angry when she saw these little ghosts. This child actually dared to kick her. If not for so many people present, she would have definitely beaten her up. After kicking Miya, the little girl quickly ran to Cynthia's side and hid behind her. She looked at Miya timidly.

Cynthia's eyes lit up.

This little girl was really smart. She even knew how to run after kicking her.

"Fanny!" Little Keller's eyes lit up when she saw her. She struggled out of her father's arms. "Why did you come out of the classroom?"