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.

much persuasion and promises from Leopold, the

this couldn't

their guardian. It's your responsibility to

What kind of kids manage to blow a hole

Vivienne meant

left holding

had pegged him as the go-to

was he to complain

accidentally set fire to their master's residence and then turned a library into their coloring book, his fellow disciples had been overly welcoming, suggesting he keep the kids at an arm's length and perhaps

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

bitterness, "Don't worry, I'll talk to them. It won't happen

"Juliette, Isaiah, get in here and apologize

kept the speed to a steady 30 mph

the change in scenery, asked, "Uncle Leo, why are we taking a different route? This isn't the way

be left alone

persisted, "You're not planning to get rid of us,

peaked,

After the

take

I

threatened, "I'm telling Vivienne about this, see if

Leo, do you not want us anymore?" "Stop

vented, "Count them.

starting preschool, how many

last month, if I hadn't intervened, you'd have led a whole kinder-garden on

alone terrified

fancy kindergartens in Rivenwood wary of accepting

left with no choice but to turn to public schools that were unaware of their

up, "They wanted to see the ocean, so we went. It's not like we

about being lost. You're

send them back