The President’s Five Children

Amad was able to go to the competition, and everyone in the old mansion was happy with it.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Immediately, they all asked about the competition, and Mrs. Robertson even opened the door, asking the servants to go and buy the best camera nowadays and bring it back.

It didn’t matter how much it cost, it had to have the best pixels and a large memory.

Her baby granddaughter participated in the competition for the first time, every moment, every angle must be taken a hundred or eighty pictures.

The art teacher was a little scared because she took it so seriously.

She hurriedly explained, “It’s just a small competition, city level, and there aren’t a lot of participants, so it’s mainly to give Amad a little bit of experience, so she won’t be nervous when she goes to a big competition in the future.”

Mrs. Robertson waved her hand, “A competition is a competition, no matter how big or small it is, so it needs to be taken seriously, and we as parents need to pay attention to it, so that we can see our respect and expectation for Amad!”

After saying that, he looked at Amad again with a look of expectation, “Amad, when the time comes, you get a first place back for grandma, grandma will hang it on her bedside and look at it every day, she will wake up smiling in her dreams.”

Amad pinched the hem of her skirt and nodded with effort.

Seeing this, Anna immediately walked up and pulled Amad behind herself, her voice as soft as possible, “Mom, actually I think it’s all about participation, Amad is still young and new to art, it doesn’t matter if she gets first place or not.”

Mrs. Robertson immediately wanted to retort that Amad was a child of the Robertson family, so how could she not win first place?

The good genes were there!

But before she could open her mouth, she saw Anna’s little shake of her head at her and reacted instantly.

Amad was just a five year old child, and really shouldn’t be under so much pressure.

She immediately changed her words, “Yes, the main thing is to go for the experience, and also to see how the other children paint, Amad, you study hard, and then see if you will meet your favorite painter as a judge, and grandma will buy a camera to take pictures of you together!”

A few words made Amad happy again.

Without the psychological burden, the paintings would look good, and that’s what Amad wanted to paint.

As everyone talked and laughed, Cedron came back.

He bought some desserts, half of which he gave to the three little ones, and half of which he took out to entertain the art teacher.

As soon as Cedron came back, the air pressure in the room dropped a few degrees, and his aura was so strong that the art teacher didn’t dare to raise his head.

Until he finished eating and left, running faster than a rabbit.

Dedication was still there, and as he ran, he urged Anna not to be late for next week’s drawing competition.

Cedron heard this and asked curiously, “What painting competition?”

Anna then told Cedron everything.

The next second, Cedron bent down to hold Amad in his arms, “My Amad is going to participate in the competition, by then Daddy will buy you the best dress, so you will be the most beautiful little princess among the participants.”

As for the results of the competition, Cedron did not mention a word.

It was better not to put so much pressure on children.

“I don’t have anything to do that day, so I’ll drive you.” Cedron said.

It was Amad’s first time in a race, and the whole family had to go together.

“I have a small question.” Mordecai tentatively raised his hand.

Cedron set Amad back down on the couch, “Go ahead.”

“Amad should be the only one competing, do Enoch and I need to participate?”

There was an expectancy in those eyes.

But it was the expectation of never letting the two of them participate.

They were afraid of embarrassing their sister if they went on stage and drew a bunch of eggs!