On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 216

The couple was rehearsing.

“Remember,” the man said, “if they ask what we do on weekends, don’t say we go out for drinks. Say we take our daughter to art galleries, museums, and the zoo to broaden her horizons and connect with nature.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” the woman retorted. “I know what to say. You’re the one who reeks of smoke. Good luck convincing them you don’t smoke or drink. You’ll just end up embarrassing our daughter.”

The man blushed. “Do I still smell like smoke? I brushed my teeth three times, showered twice, and even sprayed on your perfume!”

The woman giggled. “I’m just teasing you.”

“I’m already a nervous wreck,” he grumbled. “Don’t mess with me.”

She sighed. “I’ve never seen you so worked up about anything. It really is all about your daughter, isn’t it?”

“That’s not true,” he corrected her. “The day we got married, I was even more nervous than this.”

The woman laughed softly.

The man clutched his notes. “I just hope she does well here. I’m so worried we scraped together the money for this prestigious kindergarten, but we won’t be able to give her more, and she’ll get made fun of by the other kids.”

The woman leaned her head on his shoulder. “Don’t think like that. You worry too much. Our daughter is a social butterfly, just like me. She’ll make plenty of friends.”

They started reminiscing about their daughter’s childhood, their faces glowing with a happiness that was both enviable and infectious. Jessica watched them with a soft smile. That was the kind of love people should have before getting married. A child raised in that kind of love was truly blessed.

Soon, the couple was called in. Jessica peeked through the window and saw them sitting stiffly, like students, answering the interviewers’ questions.

He let out a bitter laugh and took a step back. “Fine. Just fine.”

When the other couple came out, the woman was clinging to her husband’s arm. “I was so nervous, my legs are like jelly! I could barely understand their questions in English. That was terrifying.”

The man stroked her hair. “It’s okay, it’s over. We passed. You did great.”

She grinned, looking like a cherished child in her husband’s arms.

Then it was their turn. They went in together and sat in two chairs placed a couple of feet apart. There were five interviewers, with the kindergarten’s headmaster in the center, flanked by board members and a director.

The headmaster reviewed Amy’s file. “Your daughter was scheduled to enroll about ten months ago. Why the delay?”