The Million-Dollar Heart

Five years later.

At the Rivenwood Public Kindergarten, in the office.

"Snap!"

"I'm at my wit's end, just look at this! How many times has it been?"

The headteacher's face was a palette of frustration, sitting at her desk, eyes blazing with anger.

What on earth had she done in her past life to deserve dealing with these two little reincarnations of mischief?

Leopold glanced at the photo on the desk, his mouth twitching in annoyance, yet he managed to maintain his composure. "Kiera, please, calm down. Have some tea. Whatever the cost, we'll cover it twice over. Kids will be kids, after all. Please be patient with them." Outside the window, two kids in red uniforms were tiptoeing to peek inside, watching Leopold bending over backward to smooth things over.

One whispered to the other, "Sis, think Uncle Leo can smooth things over with Kiera this time?"

Juliette blinked her eyes, a relieved expression on her face, "Uncle Leo's handled this stuff loads of times. Piece of cake. Besides, who else could we possibly call?"

Isaiah, his face betraying a maturity beyond his years, countered, "But what if Uncle Leo goes back and snitches to Mom again?"

At the mention, Juliette's eyes sparkled with mischief, mirroring the look of their mother Vivienne, "I have a plan, guaranteed to keep Uncle Leo from breathing a word of this."

Isaiah, skeptical, moved closer to hear her out but was already doubting the feasibility.

"Are you sure?"

"Remember last time? Uncle Leo tried to cover for you, and mom gave him one look, and he spilled everything. We ended up kneeling at the door for an entire afternoon. Forgot about that?"

If it weren't for grandpa stepping in, sending grandma to plead on their behalf, they'd have been kneeling till midnight, thanks to mom's temper.

Juliette raised an eyebrow, confidence oozing, "This time it's different. Uncle Leo will definitely agree."

Inside the office.

from Leopold, the headteacher finally calmed

couldn't just

responsibility

this continues, I can't keep them here. What kind of kids manage to blow a hole in the

understood what Vivienne meant by

he was left holding

as the

he to

then turned a library into their coloring book, his

for two days while Leopold was sick, vowed never to bring up the topic

"Don't worry, I'll talk to them.

out to the window, "Juliette, Isaiah,

the ride home, Leopold was simmering with anger but kept the speed to a steady 30 mph for the sake of the two troublemakers

asked, "Uncle Leo, why are we

wanted to be left alone

not planning to get

peaked, "Get

After the

take

schools into your playgrounds. If I brought you home, there'd

"I'm telling Vivienne about this, see if you dare do

up, "Uncle Leo, do you not want

"Count

starting preschool, how many

you'd have led a whole kinder-garden on a

thought alone

had made all the fancy kindergartens in

choice but to turn to public

wanted to see the ocean, so we went. It's

wit's end, "It's not about being lost.

just for them or send them back