CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129: MOM AND I DON’T NEED YOU

What was thrown at Christopher Grant was more than just a cell phone.

It was the turmoil of pain and anger roiling in Aiden’s heart.

And so the force was a bit excessive.

Christopher Grant hissed, enduring the pain, frowned, and said again:

"Tiana’s profile picture has changed as well."

"Do you want to take a look?"

He wasn’t here to stab Aiden in the back; he wanted him to become clear-headed.

"Aiden, at least Tiana is still alive now."

"Can’t you stop dwelling on past memories and stop clinging to Tiana and Daisy?"

"What can you change by going to Daisy’s kindergarten every day as an art teacher and sports coach?"

"Does Daisy pay any attention to you?"

"Such a large corporation, are you really going to just leave it be?"

"I don’t care, you must personally attend next Monday’s Pharmaceutical Research Academic Conference."

"Our research team needs talent."

"At the academic conference, those prominent medical experts will only be persuaded if you go in person."

This was Christopher Grant’s main reason for visiting Aiden today.

He had just casually mentioned the matter of Hector Chaucer and Tiana Linden changing to matching profile pictures.

Christopher Grant said again, "Aiden, what Tiana liked was the dazzling you of the past, not the clingy mess you’ve become now."

The term "clingy mess" darkened Aiden’s expression.

This description was too apt, too piercing.

"Christopher, am I really just a clingy mess?"

Christopher responded to Aiden with a heavy sigh.

After a sigh, he patted Aiden’s shoulder, "You have to bear the consequences of your own actions."

...

Eastmere Kindergarten.

It was time for Daisy’s art class again.

This was the eighth art class Aiden had taught at this kindergarten for Daisy.

It was also his eighth time getting close to Daisy.

"Children, today we are learning about texture painting."

"Texture painting is a form of painting where pigments are mixed with sand to create artworks."

"Next, let’s have little Ginny Linden hand out these painting materials to each student present."

"Little Ginny Linden, can you help the teacher?"

Ginny is Daisy.

The name was personally chosen by Aiden for Daisy.

Every time he called this name, Aiden’s sense of guilt doubled.

The familial bond felt twice as strong.

Even though Daisy hated Aiden.

She was a very polite child.

When "the teacher" called her, she obediently stood up to take the materials and distributed them to the twenty classmates in the class.

Throughout the process, she didn’t look at Aiden even once.

After distributing the materials, she sat back down, her little face puffed with anger.

So annoying!

She really didn’t wish to see the person who had deeply hurt her.

Yet he stubbornly clung to her like a sticky mess.

Infuriating!

Daisy had long learned how to do texture painting.

Yet, Aiden kept approaching her as he taught the class.

Sometimes guiding her this way, sometimes that way.

Really so annoying!

This art class became simply dull for Daisy.

Her little eyes shot daggers at Aiden countless times.

Before the art class was about to end.

Aiden lifted Daisy’s creation, a texture sand painting, and praised her in front of the class.

When returning the artwork to Daisy, he wanted to pat her head.

The little head dodged.

Aiden’s hand hung awkwardly in mid-air, stiffened.

Eventually, he withdrew it.

He knew Daisy hated him.

But he could only get close to his own biological daughter in this way.

Watching Daisy holding her artwork, puffing her cheeks in anger back to her seat, he felt very uncomfortable inside.

As he watched Daisy, he thought heavily in his heart: Daisy, you have no idea how much I miss you when I can’t see you!

He just hoped the art class time could be longer, even longer.

Even if he could just look at Daisy a bit more, his heart would feel much comforted.

But then, suddenly, the bell rang signaling the end of class.

Aiden had no choice but to reluctantly leave the classroom.

After class, he went to the principal’s office.

The principal was busy at the moment.

Upon seeing him, she immediately stood up and politely asked, "President Grant, how is it? Has your relationship with Daisy eased a bit in this class?"

Aiden gave a bitter smile.

This bitter smile was his answer.

The principal understood and couldn’t help but offer her words of comfort, "It’s alright, President Grant, blood is always thicker than water. Ginny will always be your daughter; she will surely forgive you."

Aiden felt quite bitter inside.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy for his daughter to forgive him.

But he wouldn’t give up.

At that moment, a candy on the principal’s desk caught Aiden’s attention.

"What a beautiful candy!"

The principal felt quite awkward.

Because that candy was given during the break last lesson, by little Daisy.

When giving it, Daisy said, her daddy and mommy were going to get married and would later give her a little brother and a little sister.

The daddy in Daisy’s mouth was not Aiden.

The principal knew it was Daisy’s mom’s current fiancé.

She quickly tucked the candy into the drawer, "Sorry, President Grant, this candy can’t be shared with you."

At this moment, a faint knocking sound came from the door.

The two of them looked toward the door.

It was Daisy.

Daisy looked at the principal, "Principal mom, can I say something to Mr. Grant?"

The principal nodded, "Of course!"

Soon, only Aiden and Daisy were left in the office.

Daisy walked over, handed Aiden something.

"My mommy and daddy are about to get married, this is wedding candy."

In her soft little palm, lay a colorful, cute candy.

That candy was the same one the principal had.

Aiden realized this was the wedding candy Daisy was giving to everyone.

He had just been happily thinking that Daisy’s attitude might have changed toward him.

Unexpectedly, so heart-wrenching.

Daisy looked at him, her eyes cold as ice.

"After my daddy and mommy get married, they’ll give me a cute little brother and then a cute little sister."

"My mommy and I don’t need you."

"In the future, I hope you won’t keep showing up in front of me and my mommy."

"It’s really annoying."

After speaking, Daisy’s little cheeks puffed with anger.

Her innocent voice was also cold as ice, filled with hatred.

After speaking, Daisy turned and left.

When that tiny figure disappeared from sight, Aiden squeezed the candy in his hand.

This was the first thing his daughter had ever given him.

Clearly sweet, yet it felt like being soaked in poison, leaving his heart unbearably bitter.