My Father the Southern Immortal Emperor

Chapter 14 is more mature

The woman smiled and spoke to him politely after looking at him sharply, "Hi, you must be Freya's father, I'm Freya's teacher, Miss Yola. "

Margaretha had always been the one to pick Freya up. However, he had called Yola first, telling her that Leon would pick her up. Therefore, Yola recognized him after seeing that Leon was similar to the little girl.

"Hi, Miss Yola."

Leon nodded with a smile. He heard the little girl shout suddenly as she was about to say something.

"He's not my father, Miss Yola. He's not my dad!“

Leon forced a smile at this moment. He can be cold, too strong, and even ignore others. However, he was helpless when it came to his own daughter. What can he do when he owes the mother and child so much?

Yola crouched down and patted the girl's head." Freya, you can't talk to your father like that. Did you forget that I taught you to be a good girl who is polite and respectful to parents?"

After hearing that.

The little girl pouted and looked at the crowded crowd with a stubborn expression. He seems to be looking for someone. "Where's Grandma? I want Grandma to come home."

"Grandma has something to do so she won't come. She told me to pick you up from school, "Leon comforted her with a friendly smile.

Yola looked at her helplessly and said with a smile, "It's tiring that your grandmother has to work. It's the same because your father is here to pick you up. Freya, wait with the Guardians for a second, okay? I need to talk to your father."

The little girl held her hand tightly and tried to comply with resignedly. Yola looked at him seriously. "Be a good boy, Freya. Otherwise, I'll be mad."

The little girl could only nod reluctantly.

Yola turned her head to smile at Leon after speaking to the guards as she sent Freya to the guard post. "Master. You, can I talk to you for a second?"

Leon looked at the little girl and nodded after making sure everything was fine.

Both of them walked to the school. While examining the environment in which his daughter is in every day, Leon is emotional. She said from the bottom of her heart, "Miss Yola, thank you so much for taking care of Freya all this time."

He sees with his own eyes that the other children are walking alone early while Yola takes Freya out. From that alone, one could tell how he usually treated Freya well.

"You're too good. To be honest, I really like Freya. "Yola chuckled softly, but a hint of a grim expression immediately took over her pretty face. "But the silly girl was so pathetic.I heard from Aunt Margaretha that you disappeared before she was born. Just when she was two years old, her mother also left. Later, she was diagnosed with leukemia when she was three and a half years old. Although I have no relationship with Freya and I only make a living, my greatest hope is for this child to grow up healthy."

Leon felt his heart sink and he took a deep breath. "Miss Yola, I..."

"Master. You, you don't have to explain anything to me. I'm just an outsider, so I shouldn't ask about your family. Freya was very sad. Even though she was only four years old, her mind was much more mature than children her age."

Yola sighed, looking sad. "There were a lot of kids at school who made fun of Freya because she didn't have parents, but she didn't cry. Instead, he fought them, scolded them, squeezed and scratched them. He offended some of the children in his class, so many of them were unwilling to play with him. As a result, she may be a little introverted and have low self-esteem."

Leon listened quietly before he turned around slowly to return to the guard post.

Leon shuddered when he heard that. He felt a lump in his throat.

For five years he disappeared, no one had seen him alive, and no one had seen his body if he died. Maybe everyone thought he was dead, including his parents.

Therefore, his daughter, who was under their care, would have those thoughts as well. To him, his father was dead. It's kind of a desperate conclusion.

Now he suddenly appeared before him, like a fire ignited in an endless desert. His passion and light could not be ignited no matter what.

Yola turned around suddenly and looked at him seriously. "Master, in fact, Freya admitted you were deep in her heart. After all, she was a child, and she desperately needed the affection of her mother and father like most children her age. However, he felt a bit of a contradiction. Maybe it had something to do with his experience since he was still before. She's a stubborn but introverted little girl."

Leon nodded.

One could tell that other than her parents, the teacher standing right before her was undoubtedly the one who understood Freya the most. If he had not said this today, he would never have understood his daughter.

Yola checked the time and said with a smile, "Alright, the little girl must be impatient with all the waiting. Sir, that's all we're gonna talk about today."

"Thank you very much, Miss Yola. "Leon initiated a handshake as he expressed the gratitude that came from the bottom of his heart.

Yola shook her hand gently before she retreated when she touched her hand. "You don't have to thank me. It's my job."

Leon smiled and followed her to the guard post. The little girl did not stop pacing at the entrance, clearly impatient.

Yola squatted down to smooth the little girl's hair in front of her forehead. He said with a smile, "Freya, go home with your father now. Don't forget what I taught you, and listen to your father."

He got up and walked out as soon as he finished

speak.

"Goodbye, Miss Yola!" The little girl waved at him, looking doubtful.

After Yola left, Leon simply said to the little girl with his head down, "Freya, I'll take you home, okay?"

"Hmph, just kids who want to be brought home.I'm not a kid."

He raised his chin very arrogantly before he started walking in front.

Leon soon followed. He was worried that he would fall or be hit by a car on the road.

As they passed the supermarket, Freya turned to look at the Pretty Goat cartoon bag on the supermarket screen. There was a burning desire in his eyes.

Leon looked at the bag he was carrying and realized that the color had faded a lot. Even the two ropes had broken before. He felt pain and guilt in him.