On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 237

That evening, Jessica picked up Amy from school and noticed Alexander George sitting all alone in the classroom.

“Is no one coming to get him?” she asked.

“Nope,” Amy said. “He doesn’t have a mom, and his dad got a new wife. He’s a pathetic loser.”

“If you ever talk about another person like that again,” Jessica said sternly, “I will spank you for real.”

Amy clamped her mouth shut.

Jessica went back to the teacher. “Has his family not come yet?”

“They’re probably running late,” the teacher said with a sigh. “It’s like this every day, at least half an hour.”

Jessica couldn’t help but ask, “Is he from the George family we all know?”

The teacher nodded grimly. “See? Being a rich kid doesn’t guarantee happiness.”

Jessica looked over at the small, lonely figure slumped over his desk. Her heart ached for him. “Look, I also live at The Kensington. Could you let his family know I can give him a ride home?”

The teacher hesitated.

Jessica took out her ID. “This is my home address.”

After confirming it, the teacher readily agreed. “That would be a huge help, thank you. To be honest, we’d all like to get home a little earlier.”

Jessica went to get Alexander, but the little boy refused to go with her.

“Alexander,” the teacher said gently, “I called your father half an hour ago, but he didn’t answer.”

A flicker of sadness crossed the boy’s eyes. He obediently picked up his backpack and followed Jessica out of the classroom.

Jessica covered the receiver. “He’s in my daughter’s class, and it seems like his family forgot to pick him up. He’s in my car right now. I want to get him some food, but I can’t reach his father. Can you get in touch with him? Just to let him know.”

“I’ll handle it,” George said.

Amy wanted fast food, but Alexander didn't have a preference. Jessica decided on a French restaurant that served light, simple dishes. When you didn’t know a child’s tastes, it was always the safest bet.

Once they were seated, Amy leaned over to Alexander. “I’m sorry about this morning. Everyone was saying you don’t have a mom, so they dared me to ask you. Then you hit me first.”

Alexander glanced nervously at Jessica, who remained impassive. Reassured, he mumbled, “I shouldn’t have hit you.”

“Then we won’t talk about it anymore,” Amy declared. “We’re friends now.”

Alexander nodded.

Jessica smiled to herself. Just as she looked up, the restaurant door opened, and George strode in, heading straight for their table.