The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1235

Outside the door stood a woman wearing expensive and fashionable clothes.

Eileen asked confusedly, "May I ask who you are looking for?"

"Are you the nanny of this house?" the woman looked her up and down.

"No," Eileen answered, "I am the homeowner. What do you want?"

"Brad is your son?" the woman asked with a frown.

Eileen nodded.

"Well, your son hit my son. His forehead is still bleeding. What are you going to do?" the woman said, turning sideways.

Brad and a boy of his age were standing behind the woman.

The boy had a slight bruise on his forehead, and Brad was standing straight with a stubborn look.

"What happened?" Eileen ignored the woman, staring seriously at Brad.

Brad glanced at the boy without speaking.

"Brad, I'll ask you again. What the hell is wrong with you?" She lost her temper, scowling. "Who gave you permission to fight?"

The woman stood by with a gloating look, finally saying, "Since he won't say it, let me tell you! My son took a newspaper with a picture of your husband and another woman in the hotel. He said, 'Your dad doesn't want your mom anymore', and then your son rushed to him!"

Of course, the woman made it much milder.

What her son said was very harsh.

Eileen was stunned and looked at Brad.

Brad avoided her eyes, obstinately staring down at the ground.

"It's normal for children to fight. Since it's Brad's fault, I apologize," she said.

The woman didn’t want to let her go. "Oh, is that all? My son’s forehead was broken!"

Hearing this, Eileen pulled out her wallet and took out a dollar bill. "Just buy a Band-Aid and put it on. "

The woman's mouth was agape in disbelief. "One ... one dollar?”

"You don’t want it?"

Looking at the woman's mocking expression, she continued, "A Band-Aid only costs 10 cents. It's enough to buy ten."

Biting his lip, Brad pulled up his clothes.

There were bleeding wounds on his arm.

Eileen found the first-aid kit, used a cotton swab soaked in alcohol to disinfect his wounds. Afraid that he couldn't bear the pain, she put a piece of candy into his mouth. "Bite it.”

The room was silent.

He was braver than other children and didn’t scream in pain.

"If anyone hits you, hit back, understand?"

Brad's small brow furrowed. "Mom, didn’t you say I can’t fight and should get along with other kids?"

Eileen admonished, stressing each word," But it's more important for you to protect yourself from being hurt."

"Okay." Brad nodded.

Only after a long while did he ask in a low voice, "Mom, is it true that Dad doesn't want us anymore?"

She paused for a moment before answering, "No. That woman is just his colleague."