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.

and promises from Leopold, the headteacher

couldn't just

responsibility to

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

understood what Vivienne

left holding the bag

Rivenwood had pegged him as the

was he

a library into their coloring book, his fellow disciples had been overly welcoming,

part was when Griffin, after taking care of the kids for two days while Leopold was sick, vowed never to bring up the topic of children

worry, I'll talk to them.

Isaiah, get

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

scenery, asked, "Uncle Leo, why are we taking a

to be left alone

planning to get rid of us,

frustration peaked,

After the stunts

who'd take you?

into your playgrounds. If I

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

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

"Count

starting preschool, how many

have led a whole

alone terrified

all the fancy kindergartens in

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

the

wit's end, "It's not about being lost. You're only five.

two options: fund a private school just for them or send them back to Vivienne and resign from