The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 362

Knowing this result, she was going crazy, and her state of mind suddenly changed. Without hesitation,

she confessed what Sheldon had done. Not only did she reveal that Sheldon had personally given her

the blueprint designed by Nora, but also made up a series of statements.

Her purpose was very simple. Sheldon couldn't get away with it anyway. She was already a goner, so

she had to let Sheldon be her scapegoat.

But Sheldon was different from Aubrey. The Jones Group was Sheldon's backup, and because of his

relationship with Nora, Derek had no intention of getting rid of him completely.

So, Sheldon was only detained for twelve days. Twelve years and twelve days sounded similar but they

were completely different numbers, which seemed to be ironic.

Of course, Nora didn't know anything about this.

All she knew was that her reputation had been kept. In the past few days, it had been like a long Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

nightmare for her. Now, she just woke up from the nightmare.

Nora knew that the person she should be most grateful for this time was Derek. If it wasn't for him, she

wouldn't know what she might be like now.

But ever since the thing happened in the study that night, Nora had no idea how to face him.

After this was over, she moved out of the Xaviers and returned to her own home. Derek was very

frustrated with this.

In the Xaviers.

Today was the second day after Nora moved out, and Easton was very unhappy. In Easton's eyes, his

mother did not stay because his father was not good enough.

"Dad, you don't deserve to have such a handsome face." The little guy was full of resentment.

Derek, "..."

Derek could not help but touch his face and felt self-doubt at the moment. He had been with Nora for a

long time, but he made no substantial progress.

"Hmph, you have to count on me at the critical moment."

After Easton finished speaking with pride, he picked up his phone, clicked on it a few times, and then

handed it to Derek, "Take a look."

Derek took it, glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Don't worry. I've already called mom. She'll come to meet us at the kindergarten this afternoon. Of

course, I didn't tell her that you would come too. If mom sees you and leaves again, it's none of my

business."

There was a message on the little guy's phone, saying that their kindergarten would hold a parent-child

activity this afternoon. The request was that the parents should be present together.

In the afternoon, outside the kindergarten.

Because of this parent-child activity, the kindergarten was very lively and almost every child had adults

with them.

However, most of these adults were not parents, but the family's nanny or housekeeper. Only a few of

the children were with their parents.

All the children in this kindergarten came from rich or powerful families. How could those parents waste

their time attending such a school event?

"Mom..."

As soon as Easton got out of the car, he saw a familiar figure beside the flower bed and ran over with a

bright smile.

Nora quickly held her son in her arms. The little boy was almost six years old. Perhaps because of his

annual training in the military camp, he was much taller than other boys in his age.

After holding him for a while, she felt a little labored. She couldn't help but put the little guy down. When

she looked up, she saw Derek coming towards her, who put one hand in his pocket. She was stunned

at the moment.

Nora usually wore career apparel when she was out. She thought that it was a parent-child activity

today and she probably had to play some games.

Therefore, she was wearing a white T-shirt, light-colored denim shorts and sneakers, with a tall

ponytail. She looked youthful, like a college student.

Derek was also dressed casually, in white casual shoes, khaki shorts and a white shirt. He looked like

he was in his early twenties.

Most importantly, the two of them matched very much, as if they were wearing his-and-hers clothes.

Nora looked at him and couldn't help but remember what happened in the study that night. It was the

first time in the past five years that she had been so close to a man, and her face turned red again.

"Easton, he... Why is he here?" She stammered.

"Our teacher's request. It's best if both parents come. Mom, you promised me. You can't go back on

your word." Easton hugged her thigh tightly.

Although Derek's arrival surprised and embarrassed her, she naturally wouldn't go back on her word

because of it. She rubbed the little guy's head.

Derek walked over and looked at her, never forgetting to tease her, no matter physically or verbally.

"We really have a tacit understanding. We both wore the same clothes. We're destined to be a perfect

match."

"Who is your perfect match?" Nora was a little angry, glared at him, and took her son into the school.

Derek followed her leisurely.

In front of the teaching building, a shady field was prepared with rows of seats. The three of them

chose three seats to sit down.

Easton didn't want to sit alone, so he went to lie between Nora's legs even if he was standing.

At this moment, a sweet and soft voice came, "Easton..."

They looked over and saw a little girl in a bright yellow dress with a cute round face walking over. Her

big black eyes were like grapes. She looked at Easton and looked very happy.

Nora looked at the little girl and remembered the last time she met a little girl wearing a cute fluffy skirt

at the gate of the kindergarten who wanted to marry to her son at such a young age.

Was... this girl also her son's admirer?

Easton glanced at her and ignored her.

The round-faced girl didn't care either. She took out a beautiful transparent box from her backpack and

said, "Easton, these are the cookies my mom made. They're delicious. Do you want them?"

"No, go away." The little guy's attitude was very bad.

Derek didn't care, but Nora worriedly frowned and patted her son's little butt, "You can't be so rude."

The little guy pursed his lips, "But I don't want to eat it."

"Then you have to say it politely. When other children treat you to food, whether you want to eat it or

not, you should say 'thank you' first. Do you know?"

Easton looked at the round-faced girl with a straight face and said stiffly, "Thank you. I don't want to eat

it."

The little girl was a little disappointed and put the cookies back in her backpack, "All right."

Nora smiled and said softly, "Little girl, Easton doesn't like sweet food. You can eat it yourself."

The round-faced girl smiled again. Looking at Nora, she couldn't help but say, "Auntie, you're so

beautiful."