Scars Of A Broken Bond

“My friend’s child is just four years old. She should be in the middle class when they return.”

The principal nodded in understanding. “Certainly. I’ll take you to the middle class.”

The principal led Keilani to one of the two middle classes and began her introduction.

However, Keilani’s attention drifted away from the principal’s words as she focused on the children in the classroom. She silently counted in her head, remembering that Kira had mentioned Tyrone’s child would be in the second line and the fourth row.

As her gaze swept across the classroom, Keilani spotted a particularly adorable little girl. The girl had big, round, expressive eyes, a small and endearing nose, and moist lips. Her hair was neatly tied with a toy strawberry hair tie. The little girl wore a serious expression that only added to her cuteness.

Keilani felt fond for the girl at once. She took a few steps closer for a better view until she reached the window.

There was an undeniable resemblance between the little girl and Tyrone. It seemed that Kira didn’t lie to her. Of course, the adorable little girl was none other than Jennie.

Keilani pursed her lips. Although she was bothered by the fact that Tyrone had a child with another woman, the child’s undeniable cuteness and Kira’s words about the child’s biological mother having passed away made it easier for Keilani to accept the situation.

Additionally, this child could potentially be a bridge to bring her closer to Tyrone.

Noticing Keilani’s silence, the principal finally spoke up. “Miss, what do you think?” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Keilani returned to her senses and glanced at her watch. “I’d Like to see the playground.”

“sure. This way please,” the principal readily agreed.

The principal didn’t find anything amiss. After all, the playground was a crucial part of the daily school routine for the children. It was only natural for a parent to be careful.

As they headed toward the playground, the sound of the bell ringing in the distance reached their ears.

“That’s the bell signaling the breaktime,” the principal explained.

As she finished speaking, the classroom doors swung open, and the children poured out, filled with enthusiasm, laughter, and excitement.

They scattered toward the various play structures like slides and seesaws.

Some of the children recognized the principal and greeted her with polite smiles and waves.

The principal turned to Keilani and suggested, “Miss, if you have concerns about the environment, you can stay here and observe them for a while to see how they interact and play.”

“Alright,” Keilani replied while scanning the children. She especially kept an eye on the middle class, searching for Jennie.

It appeared that Jennie hadn’t come out of the classroom just yet.

Keilani walked over under the tree and finally spotted Jennie. Jennie was munching on a small cake and strolling out of the classroom, accompanied by a group of close friends.

“Jennie, let’s go down the slide, okay?” a boy suggested.

“No! Come play on the trampoline with us!” another girl chimed in.

Just then, another little boy approached and eagerly asked, “Jennie, how about we have a go on the seesaw?”

The first boy pouted in discontent. “Jennie, are you going to choose the slide with me, the trampoline with her, or the seesaw with him?”

Jennie rubbed her forehead and looked at her friends with a helpless expression. “Can I not choose?” She was quite popular.