Chapter 826: Chapter 826: The Child Connected by Bloodline
Sylvan Cheney flipped through the pages, his brows furrowed tightly.
“The math problem is so simple, how come you don’t know how to do it?” Sylvan said coldly.
“Where is it simple, it’s difficult.” Chale retorted under his breath.
“If you don’t know how to do it, why leave it blank? Hm? Why not ask the teacher?”
Chale pursed his lips and said nothing.
The little guy who had been chattering non-stop suddenly became very silent.
“Chale, you’re becoming less and less serious about your studies,” Sylvan angrily looked at his workbook.
He flipped to the last few pages and saw some drawings.
His little head was filled with all sorts of messy stuff.
The little guy was scolded by Sylvan and hung his head silently, twisting his hands, looking aggrieved.
Sylvan closed the workbook and tossed it to him carelessly: “You’re troubling me.”
“Dad, you don’t teach me…” Chale muttered discontentedly.
“Don’t you have teachers?”
“The teacher doesn’t explain well, I want you to teach me.”
“Stop being coquettish!”
“Um…” Chale obediently shut up, not daring to make another sound.
Actually, he knew all of this, but he deliberately left it blank, so that Jasy could teach him at night.
If Elder Cheney was in a better mood, he would also teach him.
It was just that yesterday, both Jasy and Elder Cheney didn’t come home, so he forgot to write.
He didn’t have any other ulterior motives…
But accidentally discovered by Elder Cheney, it was annoying.
Sylvan didn’t bother to manage him anymore, from tomorrow on, he would be off to the training ground.
Thinking of this, a strange feeling suddenly surged in Sylvan’s heart, a feeling that he just couldn’t suppress.
His fingers touched the cigarette case, but considering that Chale was still in the car, he restrained himself.
Lately, he had started smoking heavily.
Sometimes he could go through several packs in a day.
A sour and tingling pain spread across his heart, impossible to suppress.
In his mind, suddenly two words leapt out… “Goodbye.”
Chale gathered his workbook, seeing Elder Cheney’s somber expression, he didn’t dare to speak and sat down obediently.
For a long while, the car was exceptionally quiet.
The little guy couldn’t stand it and whispered softly, “When I go back to kindergarten, I will do my homework seriously and not worry Dad.”
“Dad, don’t be angry.”
His tender little face displayed unease and fear, and he got a little scared when Elder Cheney remained stern-faced and silent.
The little guy sat obediently, looking particularly lovable with his pale, delicate face and shiny black eyes.
He looked somewhat wronged.
Sylvan’s broad hand reached over and silently fell on Chale’s head.
This gesture was the most familiar to him.
Over these three years, he and Chale had been together almost every day, without being apart for too long.
He had watched the little guy learn to crawl, then to walk, and then to talk.
He still remembered the first time the little guy called out “Daddy.”
The little expression was full of spirit.
At that time, his heart was filled with feelings he had never experienced before.
Such emotions were odd and enjoyable, fulfilling and joyful.
In his lifetime, the moments close to hell far outnumbered those close to heaven, and the dark times far exceeded the bright ones.
This little guy, like Jasmine Yale, was the biggest accident in his life.
Before knowing about the little guy’s existence, he had never imagined he would have another child.
He had never imagined having a child of his own blood calling him “Daddy.”
Chale sat still, letting Sylvan pat his head.
“Chale, be good, eh?”
The conversation between father and son came to an abrupt halt, and the car steadily drove on, heading forward.