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Chapter 3 Riding An Old Lady Across the Street 

Raymond glanced at the distance from the kitchen to the living room, then at the apple that had been cleanly split in two, and couldn’t help letting out a silent whistle. Damn, what a shot. 

But when his peripheral vision caught Wendy’s ominous expression, he wisely swallowed that praise. 

At the same time, Maya had burrowed completely into his arms, wrapping tightly around his waist. 

The girl’s body was small and soft, so light that it felt like holding a cloud. 

Before this, Raymond had only ever held his sons, and he was used to their solid, almost concrete-like build. Suddenly holding a daughter who was soft all over, he found himself at a rare loss. 

In the end, the man chose a stiff, almost robotic motion, lightly patting Maya’s back. 

Clearly, even the coldest killer had no defense against a child like this. 

Seeing this, Wendy wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen. 

She crouched down and opened her arms. “Maya, what were you talking about with Dad that made you so happy?” 

Maya threw herself into Mom’s arms and eagerly shared her wish. “Moin, when I grow up, I wanna raise pigs with Dad.” 

Wendy shot Raymond a sharp glare, though her voice stayed gentle. “Why is that?” 

Maya buried her head into Wendy’s neck and smiled but didn’t explain. 

It was a habit she’d developed in her past life at the orphanage. She never took the initiative to build a relationship with her father. 

In contrast, Kaia had been bright and carefree, never afraid of Thomas Jackson’s indifference, warming him like a little sun. 

Naturally, compared to Maya, the unlikable daughter, Thomas had wanted Kaia to stay by his side and had sent Maya off into a political marriage with a wealthy family. 

That was how she ended up with a fiancé. 

Maya didn’t want some rich fiancé at all. 

The more ordinary the family, the more secure she felt. 

Besides, raising pigs properly really could be a stable, lifelong career. 

While Maya drifted into her memories, Wendy grabbed Raymond, who was trying to lie lifelessly on the couch, and dragged him into the kitchen for a “meeting.” 

Bang! The kitchen door shut behind them. 

The smile vanished from Wendy’s face instantly. She gripped a kitchen knife and pressed it coldly against 

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the artery at Raymond’s neck. 

“If you ever spout nonsense to Maya again, I’ll chop you up.” 

Raymond didn’t even bother moving, leaning lazily against the counter as he recalled the excited look on his daughter’s face just now. “Who told her to be that easy to fool? 

“Based on my evaluation, Maya’s intelligence is roughly equal to that of an adult Labrador.” 

She might not be smart, but she’s way more fun than my scheming, stiff sons. 

Wendy tightened her grip on the knife and took a deep breath, barely stopping herself from making him bleed out on the spot. 

She let him go irritably and began pacing around the counter, thinking through solutions. 

No matter what, she couldn’t let her daughter be led astray by Raymond. 

She had to think of something. 

Suddenly, the woman stopped in her tracks and slammed the knife into the cutting board. “At Maya’s age, she should be in preschool. 

“I think only school can give her proper values. 

“What do you think, honey?” 

Wendy knew perfectly well that their home environment wasn’t suitable for raising a normal child. 

“Really?” 

Raymond slowly flipped through a cookbook in the kitchen, his tone indifferent. “I don’t think school can teach her anything useful.” 

“At the very least, it’s more reliable than learning how to take care of pigs from you.” Now that Wendy had a solution, her mood noticeably improved. 

She kicked Raymond and ordered, 

“Go find a school for Maya right now.” 

Raymond lifted his gaze from the cookbook and saw the seriousness in his wife’s expression. He sighed, understanding there was no room for negotiation. 

In that case… 

“How about Kingsley Preschool? 

It has a good reputation, the campus is very safe, and most wealthy families send their kids there.” 

His eyes lowered slightly, his tone calm. “I’ll go have a friendly discussion with the principal later. If all goes well, she can enroll tomorrow.” 

Wendy added, “We should have Alfred enroll with her. With Maya’s gentle personality, what if she gets 

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bullied 

The way she looked like a mother worrying about her child traveling far made Raymond chuckie Of 

course. 

“Maybe being together will even help Alfred learn how to make some useless friends.” 

Finally, it was time for dinner, and the whole family gathered around the table. 

At the table, Raymond barely touched his food. He lazily pushed his food around like he had no appetite at 

all. 

Maya happily gnawed on the chicken wings Wendy made, completely ignoring the green vegetables beside 

her. 

Alfred, meanwhile, quietly ate his plate of broccoli and steamed pumpkin, carefully avoiding all meat. 

The siblings had completely opposite tastes. 

Looking at the two problem children plus one overgrown child, Wendy felt a headache coming on again. 

She turned to her youngest son first. “Alfred, you can’t just eat vegetables. You need to eat meat to grow tall.” 

Alfred lowered his head and slowly chewed his broccoli, as if he hadn’t heard a thing. 

She turned to her daughter, her tone softening even more. “Maya, you need to eat more vegetables to stay balanced and healthy.” 

Maya looked at Wendy, then at the chicken wings on her plate. After struggling for two seconds, she obediently picked up a piece of greens and stuffed it into her mouth. 

Finally, dinner was coming to an end. 

Once both kids were more or less finished eating, Wendy gently set down her utensils. She adjusted her posture, folded her hands on the table, and swept her gaze over Alfred and Maya. In her softest, sweetest voice, she dropped the biggest bomb of the night. 

“Come to think of it, you two are at the age to start preschool.” 

She paused, waiting for their reactions. 

Maya blinked, not reacting much. 

But Alfred suddenly looked up, shock appearing on his usually expressionless face. “Mom?” 

“What?” Wendy glanced at her overly reactive youngest son. “You’re six this year, and Maya is five. It’s the perfect age for preschool. Once you’re there, you can meet lots of kids your age. Do you have any objections to my decision?” 

“Why would I need to meet a bunch of amoebas?” Alfred frowned coldly, not understanding at all I can learn everything on my own. I don’t need to know them.” 

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But he forcefully suppressed every reflex and slowly turned around instead. 

There was a clear little footprint on his pant leg. 

And the culprit, that little snowball, had already darted behind Alfred, clutching his jacket tightly, peeking out with big eyes and a hint of provocation. 

Alfred, who had been used as a human shield, was exasperated. 

He noticed that the relaxed expression on Raymond’s face turned cold almost instantly. 

Sensing the shift in his father’s mood, the boy went on alert immediately. He stepped forward half a step, shielding Maya more completely behind him. 

Alfred’s small face tensed as he stood in front of the girl like a protective hen. 

He was clearly just a chick himself, yet already trying to protect Maya. The slightly ridiculous scene made Raymond snort in laughter. 

The invisible pressure eased in an instant. He reached out and ruffled Alfred’s curly hair into even more of a mess, then grabbed Maya’s hand as she peeked out from behind her brother. 

“Let’s go,” he said with a faint smile, as if that brief tension had never happened. “We’ll be late if you keep dragging your feet.” 

At first, Maya had assumed the preschool she was going to would be something ordinary and lively, like the ones near their neighborhood. 

But when she saw the tree-lined road outside packed with cars that looked like a mini auto show, she fell silent. 

In her previous life, she had at least been the daughter of the richest man. 

She recognized luxury cars. 

The ones parked outside easily started at seven figures, and anyone who could afford those… 

Their families definitely weren’t ordinary. 

“The one you’re attending is Kingsley,” Raymond said casually, as if nothing seemed out of place. “I once did a good deed, helping an old lady cross the street. Turns out she was the principal’s mother. To thank me, she arranged for both of you to enroll.” 

Maya just stared at him. 

Her face practically screamed, Do I look like an idiot to you? She pressed her lips together, finally unable to hold back. “Dad,” she said sincerely, “do you look like someone who would help an old lady cross the street?” 

She paused, watching his slightly raised brow, then continued seriously, “Someone like you, who’s too lazy to even sit if you can lie down…” 

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Maya spoke with perfect logic. “If you ran into an old lady, you’d probably ride her across the street instead Walking is way too tiring for you.” 

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