<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1211 A Follower</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One of the kids‘ mothers asked: Ladies, will your husbands be joining us?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One replied: My husband definitely won’t be attending. He’s just too busy.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Another replied: Yeah. The same goes for my husband. He spends his weekends dealing with work matters.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One more replied: It’s enough that we, as full–time moms, attend. As for our husbands, let them focus on their work.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Everyone was voicing their opinions, with the majority stating that their husbands wouldn’t be participating in the parent–child activity. Upon seeing the texts, Cecilia felt relieved.</font></font>C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, when she was lying in bed that night, she received a message from Nathaniel.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel asked: What are you up to?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia replied: I’m getting ready for bed. What’s up?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel was still living with Darren at that time, mainly because both of their wives resided in the Smith residence. They probably had a lot to discuss, both being unfortunate men in simr situations.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing Cecilia’s indifferent inquiry, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. He then replied: It’s nothing. Go to sleep.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was ready to sleep after she saw the text. However, after some thought, she realized that Nathaniel was, after all, Jonathan’s father and had every right to be informed about the parent–child activity.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Thus, she sent him a text that read: Um… Jon’s preschool is organizing a parent–child activity tomorrow. If you have time, you could attend. If not, it’s okay, I’m off to bed now</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After she sent the message, she immediatelyy down to sleep.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Regardless of whether Nathaniel decided to go or not, she was determined to participate in the parent- child activity with Jonathan.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The following morning, Cecilia woke up early to prepare a variety of dishes alongside the chef,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yawning, Charlotte emerged and asked, “Boss, why are you cooking yourself? Also, why are you up so early?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Today, Jon’s preschool is organizing a parent–child activity. It requires mothers to participate and bring food,” Cecilia exined.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Oh, I see.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Rubbing her eyes, Charlotte went to freshen up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once the three women in the house had awakened, Cecilia had already prepared an assortment of food and conveniently left a portion for each of them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When she set off for the preschool, she received messages from Meredith and Helen. They asked: Ceci, are youing over today?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One of them replied: That’s fantastic. It’s been a while since we’ve gathered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meredith then texted: However, Ceci, you ought to be careful I think something is off with Miranda today.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meredith arrived at the preschool first and noticed Miranda having a private conversation with a group of mothers.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She understood that there was simply nopatibility between Miranda and Cecilia. They were like mortal enemies.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon seeing the message, Cecilia simply replied: Okay</font></font>
Inside the international preschool, Miranda had managed to win over a group of mothers that day. Apart from Meredith and Helen, as well as Prisci who had previously been known to act ordingly to the situation, the other mothers were enthusiastically chatting with Miranda.
The children were still in the ssroom. Felix was once again ying with Jonathan, obediently following every word that Jonathan said.
Miranda watched as her son followed Jonathan around like a little follower, frustration bubbling within her. She called Felix aside for a private conversation.
“Why are you doing whatever Jonathan asks of you? You’re my son! Why are you acting like someone’s follower?”
Felix found himself being lectured by his mother, and he couldn’t help but feel wronged. “We’re friends. I’m not his follower.”
“You’re friends? What are you talking about? He’s going to be your adversary in the future. You’re not allowed to hang out with him. Do you understand?” Miranda said sternly.
Felix, however, tilted his head and said, “No. I want to y with Jon.”
He also had a temper.
Miranda raised her hand to strike him, but naturally, Felix wouldn’t just stand there and let her hit him. He swiftly dodged.
Upon spotting someone approaching, he immediately sought refuge behind that person.
He hadn’t gotten a clear look at that person, but Miranda did. It was Cecilia.
Bewildered, Cecilia gazed at the peculiar scene unfolding before her eyes.