Chapter 35

Hearing this from Brandon's mouth made it even more ironic.

I sneered, he really had the nerve to speak.

But I still pretended to know nothing: "I should arrange a time to chat with her. This Elora resigned without telling me, wasting all the effort I put into training her."

Brandon's eyes were filled with guilt: "Maybe she felt embarrassed."

"Do you have her contact information? I'll reach out to her first."

As soon as I finished speaking, Brandon sat up straight and said firmly, "No!"

Then he glanced at me and continued, "No, how would I have her contact information?"

Who would believe Brandon wasn't hiding something from me with that look?

I nodded as if I hadn't noticed anything: "I was just asking, why are you so nervous?"

"Shirley has finished cooking, let's go eat."

Brandon nodded and got up to leave.

He was obviously afraid I would ask something else.

I glanced at Shirley, who had been serving dishes. I mentioned Elora's name on purpose, partly to test Brandon and partly to remind Shirley.

After all, she was also investigating Elora. She would surely realize that Elora was not ordinary.

We finished our meal with our own thoughts. I saw Paula carrying a teacup into Brandon's room, but she came out shortly after.

I realized that since Elora came back, Brandon must have neglected Paula, but she didn't know anything and just thought she had fallen out of favor.

Shirley also noticed this scene. She looked at Paula going downstairs and gave her a mocking smile.

I went back to my room, checked on the kids, and went to bed early.

Because tomorrow I was going to bring my Brett home. Since Brandon and Elora's child didn't have to board, why should my Brett?

At the breakfast table the next morning, I brought this up with Brandon, who unsurprisingly disagreed.

"Two kids are already enough for you to handle. Who will take care of Brett when he comes back? Who will pick him up and drop him off at school?"

I sneered, feeling disgusted by Brandon's shirking of responsibility.

He could pick up and drop off his illegitimate child, but not Brett. He had completely different attitudes.

"But Brandon, Kathy told me she saw you standing at the gate of a private school..."

As soon as I said this, Brandon stood up as if ignited: "I wasn't, she was mistaken."

I continued, "But she took a photo, and it was clearly you. I thought you were already planning to transfer Brett to a new school. Why else would you go there?"

Brandon certainly didn't want me to know about his other child, but he couldn't explain why he went there. Finally, he gritted his teeth and looked at me: "Yes, I was checking out the school. I was worried Brett wasn't doing well at the boarding school."

"I heard from Kathy that the school is a bilingual international school with a great educational environment. Why don't we send Brett there?"

At this point, I felt a surge of anger. Brett's boarding school cost over $100,000 a year, but Elora's child's school cost nearly $1,000,000 a year.

Brandon was really generous.

Hearing this, Brandon's face looked terrible, but he had no other choice.

After all, he was checking out the school for his illegitimate child, not Brett.

"Fine, you decide."

With that, he got up and left as if he couldn't stay any longer.

Paula hadn't finished her breakfast and quickly followed him.

I sneered at Brandon's back: You love picking up that illegitimate child, don't you? Then I'll make sure you never dare to go there again.

In the evening, I told Shirley, "I'm going out for a bit."

Shirley was stunned and stepped forward to stop me: "But Mr. Jordan said..."

"What did he say? Is he really going to imprison me?"

Of course, Shirley didn't dare say that, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll go with you, Mrs. Jordan."

I frowned: "What? You're not going to take care of the kids? Are you following me to monitor me? Is this Brandon's idea?"

With my questioning, Shirley didn't dare speak and didn't stop me.

I went to the garage, got into a sports car I had bought before, and drove straight to that school.

But to my surprise, my son Brett's school was right across from this school.

Brandon had found this school, telling me it had a beautiful environment and good teachers. I believed him because of my health and never came to check.

But today, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

I couldn't imagine how Brett would feel if he was stuck in there and saw Brandon picking up another child across the street.

I went straight into Brett's school and told the principal about the transfer.

Brett saw me and jumped up excitedly: "Mom, are you here to pick me up?"

I patted his head: "From now on, Mom will pick you up every day."

Brett jumped up happily and followed me out of the school.

I took him across the street and pointed to the school: "How about you go to school here? Mom will pick you up every day."

As expected, I saw Elora waiting at the gate. She was strikingly beautiful, with a voluptuous figure and an outstanding presence in the crowd.

Brett was overjoyed. I held his hand and walked around the school gate, suddenly calling out to Elora: "Elora?"

She was stunned and turned to see my face.

"Caroline? What are you doing here?"

Her eyes flashed with avoidance, then she smiled at me, her psychological quality was not ordinary.

"My son Brett used to go to a boarding school, but Brandon told me the conditions there weren't good and said he would transfer Brett here. Are you here to pick up your child?"

Elora's eyes darkened: "Yes, my child goes to school here."

"Brandon told me yesterday that you had a child, but I didn't believe it. Why didn't you tell me when you resigned?"

Elora smiled faintly: "When I resigned, I heard you were sick, so I didn't want to bother you. After so long, it would have seemed deliberate to bring it up."

I waved my hand: "No worries, I just brought Brett to check out the school environment today. Let's have a meal together sometime."

As we spoke, Elora's child came out of the school gate.

He immediately ran into Elora's arms, calling her "Mommy" non-stop.

I looked at the child, my eyes slightly cold.

He really looked like Brandon.

Elora glanced at me guiltily and told the child to greet me.

"Hello, Caroline."

I patted his head and forced a smile: "What's your name?"

"My name is Jason Jordan."