The President’s Five Children

The art teacher had a look of consternation, and even lifted the fruit basket extra high.

As a result, the fruit basket was so heavy that after only a few seconds of lifting it, the thin arms began to flash, like a fluttering moth.

Mrs. Robertson rushed to catch it, but she was almost knocked over herself.

It was only after some tossing and turning that a servant came by and finally saved the three of them.

Mrs. Robertson led the art teacher into the old house.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was still early for dinner, so the art teacher sat in the parlor and waited.

Anna and Mrs. Robertson went to the kitchen.

While taking out all those bought seafood, they chatted.

“Mom, are you sure this art teacher is really good?” Anna questioned, “It’s the first time I’ve seen someone deliver a fruit basket as a house guest.”

It wasn’t that it was looked down upon.

Rather, this kind of thing is basically only sent when visiting the sick.

But looking at that look of the art teacher, there again, it doesn’t seem like it’s intentional.

It seems to be really stupid.

“That’s how she is,” Mrs. Robertson spoke, “extraordinarily insightful about art things, but the emotional intelligence is lower, probably God’s way of balancing it out!”

What else would a person be if they were perfect in every way?

Anna thought about it, but still wasn’t reassured.

She carried a tray of fruit out and handed it to the art teacher with a smile.

“Thank you Mrs. Robertson, you’re really too kind.” The art teacher said.

Anna followed with a smile, “It’s all what I should do, after all, you’re the teacher of three children ah, it’s only right for me to respect you, by the way teacher, which genre do you think my Amad should go for if he becomes a painter in the future?”

Speaking of this, the art teacher’s eyes instantly had a light in them, and her back straightened up as she began to gush and analyze with Anna.

The amount of knowledge she had in art had reached a few shocking levels.

She talked for more than an hour without repeating herself.

It seemed that it was indeed as Mrs. Robertson had said, just a teacher who could only draw.

“I’m relieved to leave my Amad in your hands.” Anna said.

The art teacher smiled and waved her hand, “This is all what I should do, it should be me thanking you Mrs. Robertson, thanking you for being willing to let Amad learn how to draw, so that the art world will have one more talent!”

After talking for a while longer, and seeing that it was still very early, Anna simply told the art teacher to go upstairs and teach Amad how to draw.

She, on the other hand, took the time to make a call to Cedron.

Cedron was still taking care of things at the office, but his tone was as gentle as ever, “Why, do you need me to bring anything on my way back from work?”

“The art teacher is here.” Anna said.

Cedron on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before speaking, “I’ll be home in half an hour.”

“You take care of your business first, no need to rush back.” Anna called out to him, “I’ve already talked to her, she’s not a bad person.”

“Sure you don’t need me to come back?” Cedron was uneasy.

Anna hmmmed, “Really don’t need to, I even have a clear picture of her family members and what they do, even if she is a bad person, she wouldn’t dare to act rashly.”

Cedron had to stop.

“I’ll be back after these two meetings.” Cedron admonished, “You’d better be vigilant and protect yourself first when things go wrong.”

Anna hmmmed and hung up.

She went upstairs to see how the art teacher was teaching.

Just as she walked in, she found Mordecai crouched in the doorway of the restroom, a basin of water at his heels, and he was washing it with a large handful of pens.