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

this couldn't

their guardian. It's your responsibility

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

now understood what Vivienne meant

he was left holding the bag with these

him as the go-to

was he to

into their coloring book, his fellow disciples had been overly welcoming, suggesting he keep the kids at an

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

bitterness, "Don't worry, I'll talk

to the window, "Juliette, Isaiah, get in here and apologize

to a steady 30 mph for the

asked, "Uncle Leo, why are we taking

wanted to be left alone with his

to get rid of us,

peaked,

After the

take

I brought you

"I'm telling Vivienne about this, see if

Leo, do you not want us anymore?" "Stop playing the victim. If anyone's

"Count

starting preschool, how many

And last month, if I hadn't intervened, you'd have led a whole kinder-garden on a wild goose chase. The principal called me up,

alone

fancy kindergartens

no choice but to turn to public schools that were unaware of

to see the ocean,

end, "It's not about being

a private school just for them or send them back to