The Twin Seeds of the Millionaire

Stop Now

Hearing Afonso's question, the assistant administrator was beautiful, Rita's expression changed slightly.

“The cotton is not high and the ground underneath is soft. Our school has never had an accident related to the swing.”

Afonso pointed to the swing with displeasure.

“Never does not mean no risk. If a child releases his hand while swinging, do you think the ability of a child to maintain balance can keep him from falling?”

Finished speaking, Afonso looked back and looked at the rainbow plastic slide not far away with a serious look.

“And the plastic slide, I saw. The corners are not entirely plastic coated. Your school pays little attention to weed cleaning. Bad boys. If you're hiding in the grass, you might not be able to notice, what if there's a poisonous snake?"

Rita's face was bleached. He doesn't know how to answer.

Which child releases his hand for no reason at all while playing the swing? The clumping in the fields was probably just because the gardeners had recently been lazing around, the grass was not even taller than the ankles.

Blue Castle's Bilingual Children's Park has never met a more demanding parent than Afonso!

“I think this is not too serious.”

The clear voice of a woman broke the ice. Winnie came down from the corridor and walked over to them.

"Mr Villares, you're really worrying too much about Neo. Zoe fell from a swing and broke her arm and injured her face. But I don't think that's a bad thing."

He looked at Afonso. Her eyes were soft as if she was thinking of something very warm.

“Because after that incident, every time he swung, he would hold the rope tightly so that he never fell down again. Even while I was sitting on the swing, she would tell me something like 'Mom, hold the rope tight'.”

Hearing this, Afonso's tense face became more relaxed. He looked at Winnie with a complicated expression for a long time.

Seeing that, Rita spoke carefully beside him.

“Mr Villares, I think what Mrs Chamber said is very true. But if you are still dissatisfied, the swing will be removed, while for plastic slides, we will coat the whole as soon as possible without missing a single one."

Afonso pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice.

“Already, just leave it like this. If Neo has problems later on, remember to call me.” right away

Rita sighed in relief and looked at Winnie with gratitude, "Alright, since there's no problem, I'll go back to report to the principal."

It's still morning. Winnie took a deep breath and sat on the swing smiling, "Master Villares, I can't believe you're willing to listen to other people's opinions as well."

Afonso lifted his eyes and looked at him.

The morning light spread throughout his body, his face and eyes narrowed slightly due to the light. He grinned with a pleasant smile with a hint of teasing.

Surprisingly he did not feel disgusted and simply asked, "In your opinion, I am a dictator who does not listen to other opinions?"

Winnie played on the swing and flatly denied, "How is it possible, everyone knows that Mr Villares is young and capable, how can you be an arbitrary tyrant?"

“Tiran?” Afonso's eyes narrowed.

"Ehem." Winnie realized that she had said something wrong so she immediately changed the subject, "I think Mr. Villares' concern for Neo is too much. Things will evolve in the opposite direction when they become extreme. Children need their own space. "

"What's that?" Afonso's expression looked rather complicated.

Winnie thought Afonso disagreed with her opinion, so she explained.

“Actually, it doesn't matter if a child is lightly injured. It is not right for people to refuse to go out just because they are afraid of the outside world. You can't let Neo be under the greenhouse with your protection. If he could not see the sunlight outside, he would never know what kind of life he wanted. But, we should all be born for our own unique lives, right?"

These words apparently stimulated something in Afonso's mind. The words 'we should all be born for our unique lives' repeatedly stuck in his mind.

“Perhaps, is the fact that Neo can't talk the reason you're so nervous about the problem?”

Afonso regained his consciousness. He looked at her with something flashing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Winnie quickly pursed her lips, "I forgot that you told me not to ask this, sorry, just assume I didn't say anything."

He looked at his wrist. He got up from the swing and hurriedly changed the topic, "It's noon, I have to go to work. I'm leaving first."

“If it wasn't for my negligence, Neo wouldn't hesitate to talk.”

A low voice sounded behind him with a hint of self-criticism. This made Winnie stop her steps.

A little surprised, Winning turned around.

He somehow doubted whether his ears had misheard. After all, Afonso was not one to casually discuss his family's personal problems with others. When he asked about why Neo was unable to speak last time, he was even reprimanded by her.

“You mean Neo doesn't talk?”He hesitantly asked a question.

Afonso nodded slightly with a fairly complicated expression.

“When Neo was two years old, he could already speak a lot but after a high fever, he became reluctant to speak. Doctors have identified that his vocal cords and nerves have not suffered any damage. It's just that he refused to talk and the doctor said that it was a psychological problem."

“Psychological problems?” Winnie's heart ached a little to her, "What did she meet back then?"

When he said this, Afonso became even more regretful. He surprisingly sighed.

"I don't know."

The fact that he didn't know about it made him even more blame himself. The fever came without cause and Neo was discovered at night and could not be investigated clearly. The servants who were taking care of Neo in the old house also knew nothing. So, he was unwilling to leave Neo with Grandpa after that.

In addition, when he saw Neo almost die of a serious illness three years ago, he realized that being a father was not as simple as just going back to see his son in his spare time and hearing him call him father.

That's a responsibility.

Afonso's brows furrowed and he looked like he had a tormenting feeling of guilt, something Winnie had not expected at all.

“You should be so nervous about Neo right now. But the problem is over, don't think about it again.”

Comfort like this is in vain. Afonso's face seemed inconsolable and darkened. Winnie immediately regretted touching her courage. He's a little panicked.

There was no way he would cry from the sadness of being cut too quickly!

He noticed the swing he had just climbed and an idea popped into his mind.

"Mr Villares, have you ever played a swing?"

This meaningless sentence made Afonso look at him in confusion. Before he had time to react, he was pulled by Winnie and forcefully pressed to sit on the swing.

“When you play the swing, you will forget all your worries and sorrows. Mr. Villares, you sit there, I'll push you.”

"I don't want you to push me."

"It's just a small matter, Mr. Villares. I know I've touched your courage, sit properly."

"Winni." Afonso's mouth twitched and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Stop now."

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To be continued....