Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: You Are My Sunshine

The student who received number 1 was a shy girl seated in the back row. She stood up timidly, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her skirt.

"H-Hello. I’m Chelsey Morgan. I’ll recite a poem for you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Then, she began reciting "Halfway Down" by A. A. Milne. Despite her timid start, her soft voice carried the rhythm of the poem beautifully. When she finished, Miss Cooper started clapping enthusiastically.

The whole class soon joined in, applauding Chelsey’s effort. A small, proud smile formed on her face as she sat down.

"Number 2, please stand up and introduce yourself," Miss Cooper announced.

A confident boy stood up from the middle row. His smile was bright, and his energy infectious.

"Hello, everyone! I’m Klein Moretti. I’ll also recite a poem for you. Mine is ’Who Has Seen the Wind?’ by Christina Rossetti."

He recited the poem with a serious expression and clear enunciation, though the poem’s deeper meaning was likely beyond the understanding of most six-year-olds in the room. Still, the class clapped politely, and Klein beamed as he sat back in his seat.

Several more students followed, some reciting poems, others sharing jokes or singing short rhymes.

Then came number 18, Freya.

She stood up slowly, her small hands resting at her sides. Her calm, confident eyes scanned the classroom.

"Hello. I’m Freya Raynor," she said in a clear, steady voice. "I will sing a song for you."

She took a deep breath, and then, in her soft, melodic voice, she began to sing:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..."

Her voice rang out sweet and heartfelt, filled with emotion. There was a gentle warmth to her tone that made everyone pause, even the kids who had been fidgeting or whispering moments ago.

On the other side of the camera feed, Eleanor sat frozen. Watching through her surveillance app, she was stunned by her daughter’s poise and natural charm. There was a lump in her throat, one she hadn’t expected.

In the classroom, when Freya finished, the room erupted into applause. Some children even cheered. Miss Cooper was genuinely impressed.

"Freya, that was beautiful," she said. "Did you learn music at home?"

Freya shook her head. "No. My mommy used to sing this song to me when we went to sleep. I remembered it from her."

Miss Cooper smiled warmly. "Is your mother a singer?"

"No," Freya replied with pride. "She’s a businesswoman."

"Well, you have a lovely voice. Thank you for sharing your song with us."

Freya beamed and sat in her seat.

"Next, number 19," Miss Cooper called.

Back in the car, Eleanor was so engrossed in the live feed that she hadn’t realized the vehicle had stopped moving. Ethan had quietly parked the car in the underground lot beneath the Heimdall Building.

His car was pre-registered in the company’s security database, so the guards didn’t stop it at the entrance. After parking, Ethan simply watched Eleanor, his gaze soft and full of admiration.

She was focused, completely absorbed in watching Freya’s performance. It was rare to see her like this... unguarded, emotional, and deeply moved.

A few minutes later, Eleanor blinked and suddenly realized where they were.

"We’re here already?" she asked, looking around.

"Yes," Ethan said with a small smile. "You were a little... distracted."

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