The next day, Richelle Dunn was going out to make some preparations.
At breakfast, she, as usual, explained the household matters to Timothy.
Both children were slurping milk from their cups, nodding their heads like garlic pounding. But as soon as Richelle left, the two put on their backpacks and hats and went out the door.
The Uber driver saw that his passengers were two little kids, both very cute, and couldn't help but worry.
"Kids, do your parents know you're going out?"
Timothy handed over the phone, and on the screen was Richelle's face. "Driver, please take my children to the Violet Kindergarten."
The driver thought it was a real-time video and didn't doubt it. He asked the two children to fasten their seat belts, and soon they were at the entrance of the kindergarten.
"Thank you, driver uncle!" Timothy politely thanked the driver, held his sister's hand, and went to the security room.
Violet Kindergarten was a private kindergarten that had memorized the faces of the children from prominent families.
As a result, when they saw Timothy, the security guard came over and squatted down, smiling and asking him,
"Timmy Lewis, how come you came by yourself today?"
"Timmy Lewis" glanced at Tifanny and then told the security guard, "The driver was busy, so he just dropped me off."
After saying that, he pulled Tifanny forward a little, "Security uncle, there's no one at home today. Can I bring my sister with me to kindergarten?"
The security guard only knew about Mr. Lewis' enrollment, but not whether he had a sister. He carefully looked at the little girl behind "Mr. Lewis" and saw that not only was she wearing the same high collar sweater, suspender jeans, and knitted hat, but she also had an almost identical face.
"Okay, report to your teacher when you get back to your classroom."
"Thank you, security uncle!"
Both children bowed to the security guard and then "Timmy Lewis" led his sister through the gates of the Violet Kindergarten.
Not long after he entered, the security guard changed shifts. As soon as the other security guard sat down, Uncle Axel led the real Timmy Lewis out of the luxury car. He sent the young master to the gate and whispered,
"Young master, your daddy will pick you up this afternoon; remember to wait for him."
The young master nodded expressionlessly, "I know..."
His demeanor, movements, and even tone of voice resembled Roy Lewis'. Wearing a black woolen suit, he looked like a mini version of Roy.
He carried his small backpack and walked steadily into the campus. On his way to the classroom building, he passed a small playground with swings, merry-go-rounds,
rockery and a small goldfish pond.
Many children were playing in the playground but Timmy never played with them. He walked straight towards the classroom building without glancing at them.
"Timmy Lewis!"
Someone called him.
The young master was always alone in kindergarten and didn't pay much attention to others. So, he pretended not to hear and continued walking forward.
Suddenly, his arm was grabbed and he was forcefully pulled behind the rockery.
Skilled in fighting techniques, young Mr. Lewis pulled back the arm of the person behind him and attempted to throw the person over his shoulder. But then the person behind him simply tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to release the person's grip.
Mr. Lewis turned around, "Who are you?"
He looked coldly at the two students of the same height in front of him, and upon seeing their faces, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"You guys... "
Tifanny hopped forward, swung her two braids and happily grabbed the young master's arm and shook it.
"Big brother, we are your little brother and sister! I'm the adorable Tifanny, and he's the smart and handsome Timothy."
Young Mr. Lewis brushed off her hand, took a step back, crossed his arms, and scanned them both with an indifferent look in his eyes.
"What makes you guys think you're my brother and sister?"
He was already reconciled to the fact that these two were his siblings, though he had not had any confirmation yet. But that didn't mean he was ready to accept them.
If they couldn't give him a reasonable explanation, he didn't want a pair of stupid siblings.
Timothy didn't bother to explain right away but instead dragged him into the long round hole under the slide.
He took out an iPad and opened the photo editing software again.
"Look, this is your daddy, and this one is my mommy..."
As soon as young Mr. Lewis saw Richelle Dunn's photo on the screen, he blurted out, "I've seen her!"
Although he was angry yesterday, there was suddenly a new woman in his cold home, and she was so beautiful and dazzling that one couldn't forget her at first glance.
While Timothy was busy with the iPad, he asked,
"Was it yesterday at noon? Mommy went to your house and came back saying she found her brother! I checked our birth dates and blood types; they're the same."
Timmy lowered his eyes and looked at the face on the screen which looked almost exactly like his and the two in front of him. A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.
"Why didn't she want me?"
Although he had a mother and grandmother, he didn't think they were his real family, because their eyes were always filled with fake smiles and greed, but never love.
Tifanny glanced at him from the corner of her eye and carefully moved forward, tugging at his clothes, quickly defending her mother,
"Big brother, mommy didn't abandon you, you were stolen by the bad guys!"
Young Mr. Lewis didn't shake her off this time, just pressed his lips together and looked at them seriously.
After a while, he asked, "Does my daddy know about you guys? Does he know that your mommy is my mommy?"
Timothy shook his head, "He definitely doesn't know! If he did, he would fight mommy for us!"
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