On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 236

Amy couldn't help but puff out her chest with pride.

Jessica handed her daughter over to the teacher and was about to leave when Amy called out from behind her, “Drive safe!”

Jessica spun around. Amy was looking up at the teacher, a clear plea for praise on her face, as if her words had been purely for the teacher’s benefit. But despite that, a ripple of warmth spread through Jessica’s heart.

Back at the office, Jessica went to Rebecca’s office. She found her in the small attached break room, which had been converted into a temporary bedroom with a new bed.

“I’ll be sleeping here until the apartment is fixed,” Rebecca explained. “Are you going to stay at the hotel or move back to Willowbrook Gardens?”

Jessica blinked. “I haven’t decided. Sleeping at the office with you doesn’t sound too bad, though.”

“Oh, please,” Rebecca waved a hand dismissively. “I’m only doing this because I have no choice.”

Jessica pressed down on the mattress. It was rock-hard.

“My back’s been killing me after all these years of hard work,” Rebecca said, rubbing her lower back. “The doctor said a firm mattress is better. I had this one custom-made. It’s like a brick, right? Harder than a man’s abs.”

Jessica chuckled. Just then, her phone rang. It was the kindergarten teacher. Amy had gotten into a fight with another student.

Jessica’s expression changed instantly, and she rushed to the school.

When she arrived, the other child’s parents hadn’t shown up yet. A little boy sat on a small stool, his eyes red from crying. Amy stood nearby, looking equally furious. Both children had faint scratch marks on their faces.

As Jessica approached, Pamela Scott walked over, her arms crossed. “I hear Amy spent the weekend with you. She’s with you for two days and comes back fighting. I guess raising children really is a skill.”

“You’re right, it is,” Jessica agreed, nodding. “Which is why it’s such a shame your parents had no skill at all. Look how you turned out. Having a teacher like you is a disgrace to the entire education system.”

“Answer me,” Jessica said, her voice sharp.

Amy mumbled a sullen, “Mmm.”

“Then apologize.”

Amy stood before Alexander. “Hey, sorry,” she muttered, her tone dripping with defiance.

Jessica smacked her lightly on the bottom. “Is that how you apologize? Do I need to teach you?”

Seeing that her mother was truly angry, and with no Mommy Catherine there to save her, Amy finally looked down and said softly, “I’m sorry, Alexander George.”