After quite a while, Ethan Sutton finally let out an impatient "tsk."

"You have time to worry about where I sleep, but why not go check your son's report card instead?"

"My son is much easier to handle than you."

Henry Sutton opened the door, unable to resist reminding him again, "But you should still be more careful in the future. There's no need to go to the school for no reason. If you want to play with him, just do it at home."

Ethan Sutton turned over, his voice already drowsy.

"Relax, I don't have that much free time to worry about your son."

-

Although when adding Ethan Sutton on WeChat, William Brooks said it was for easier communication if needed,

Several days passed, and she still felt too embarrassed to message him.

Until that evening, after preparing her lessons at home, a friend invited her out for dinner.

They agreed to meet at the mall. William Brooks took the subway, replying to parents' messages along the way.

Exiting the subway, the pedestrian street was bustling and lively.

Looking up, William Brooks saw an ad for Ethan Sutton's watch endorsement on the mall's giant LED screen.

Seeing that face, she felt a bit dazed.

Just a week ago, William Brooks's life revolved around the classroom, office, and cafeteria.

Sometimes, when she saw news about Ethan Sutton, she would sigh—once classmates, now worlds apart.

But now.

When she saw Ethan Sutton again, all she could think about was his secret son.

And the awkwardness of being caught after she had unilaterally deleted him on WeChat.

Maybe she should explain again?

After all, barring any surprises, she would be Edward Sutton's teacher for the next five years, and would inevitably have to interact with Ethan Sutton. Having a rift between them wouldn't help.

So, William Brooks immediately took out her phone and opened Ethan Sutton's WeChat.

She typed a few words, but then felt it was inappropriate.

Things were already like this; explaining again probably wouldn't help.

Maybe, as a big celebrity, he didn't care at all.

Right.

Living every day in the glitz and glamour of fame, how could he have time to care whether a high school classmate deleted him or not?

Thinking this, William Brooks deleted the words she had typed.

Maybe she should talk about something else, at least break the ice.

Coincidentally, two days ago, Edward Sutton had twisted his ankle while playing at school, and she wondered if he was still in pain.

Thinking of this, William Brooks felt a bit annoyed.

The child was limping, and as his father, how could he not even ask about it?

But after typing a few words, William Brooks hesitated again.

It happened two days ago, and she's only bringing it up now—wouldn't that seem irresponsible?

Forget it, let it be.

William Brooks irritably deleted the words.

Her finger was still pressing on the screen.

Suddenly, Ethan Sutton's WeChat name changed to "The other party is typing..."

William Brooks instinctively stopped walking, her brow twitching as she stared intently at their chat window.

The next second, Ethan Sutton's message popped up.

[c: Teacher Zhu]

Huh?

Speak of the devil!

William Brooks quickly replied.

[祝温书: I'm here, I'm here.]

[祝温书: What's up?]

That "The other party is typing..." line appeared again at the top.

But this time, the typing status kept appearing and disappearing, yet Ethan Sutton's message was slow to arrive.

Was he writing a long essay?

After several minutes, a new message finally appeared.

[c: How did my kid do at school today?]

William Brooks: "?"

"…………"

Standing in the middle of the busy commercial street, William Brooks stared at her phone expressionlessly.

She had never been this speechless in her life.

[祝温书: I might not be sure.]

[c: ?]

[祝温书: Because today is the weekend.]

Chapter 5

Ethan Sutton didn't reply again.

Their first conversation ended on that awkward note.

Who knows if he was too embarrassed to continue.

In any case, after William Brooks finished dinner with her friend and returned home, there was still no activity from him on WeChat.

William Brooks hadn't really cared, but after preparing her lessons and checking her phone, she found dozens of messages on DingTalk—all weekend homework feedback from parents.

It was only after becoming a teacher that she realized the pressure parents face nowadays is on a completely different level than before.

Everyone is still quite young; after working overtime in the evening and coming home, they barely have a moment to rest before hurrying to help their kids with homework, diligently completing the tasks assigned by the teacher.

Actually, William Brooks never strictly required parents to supervise their children through the entire homework process. She believed that would hinder the child's ability to think independently and manage themselves.

But the parents all took the initiative to get involved, and she couldn't exactly tell them to stop caring so much.

Thinking of this—

Looking again at Ethan Sutton's WeChat chat history, William Brooks felt a bit speechless.

So, just because you're rich, you can let your child grow up wild?

Aren't you afraid he'll go astray in the future?

Besides, this experimental elementary school isn't just any ordinary school—it's one of the top schools in all of Jiangcheng.