Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Eleanor paused. Smiling, she explained her duties to Brad, "Ms. Scott has asked me to teach Sean reading and writing, as well as to train his focus and endurance."

Brad nodded. As he glanced at Sean standing beside Eleanor, his brow furrowed slightly. "Is that all?"

Eleanor's smile faded slightly, and she spoke slowly. "Mr. Hamilton, for a five-year- old child, learning to read and write is not the hardest part. The challenge is training his focus and endurance.

"Young children are naturally restless and find it difficult to sit still. For Sean to be able to sit and read for an hour without being distracted by external stimuli is quite remarkable. Even some adults might struggle with that."

Brad's gaze shifted from Sean to the window. He then waved a hand, indicating Eleanor could take Sean upstairs.

Sean politely bade him goodbye before following Eleanor up the stairs.

Once Sean was settled in his room, Brad turned and headed to his study.

Suddenly, he realized he had left some documents for work in the car, so he went back downstairs to retrieve them.

In the hallway, two maids were cleaning and chatting about Sean.

"Hey, have you noticed? Mr. Sean looks quite a bit like Mr. Hamilton. It's clear they're father and son. What powerful genes!" one maid said.

"Be careful! We're just maids. We should stick to our own business and not discuss the family's matters. We could get fired!" the other maid replied.

"I'm just stating facts. When Mr. Sean frowns or yawns, he looks just like Mr. Hamilton. It's strange that Ms. Hamilton keeps calling Mr. Sean a bastard. After all, she's his aunt."

"Shh! Don't talk about this outside. If Ms. Hamilton hears us discussing her like this, we'll be in trouble."

"Ms. Hamilton is just a spoiled brat. Look at her. She acts so high and mighty, like she's a princess."

As Brad descended the stairs, he treaded lightly. The maids, engrossed in their conversation, didn't notice him standing on the staircase.

When they finally saw him, they jumped in shock. They said nothing more and hurriedly left.

Even when the maids had left, Brad hadn't snapped out of his daze.

He was suddenly reminded of an incident from six years ago.noveldrama

That night Jean had informed him that she was leaving Janctera City the next day and had booked a presidential suite at a five-star hotel for them to enjoy a private evening together.

She had sent him the room number along with a seductive photo.

At the time, he knew what would happen and eagerly anticipated it, so he agreed with a sense of excitement.

Concerned about his health, he had taken medicine before heading to the hotel to prevent any issues with his condition.

However, when he arrived at the room Jean had given him, she was nowhere to be found.

He knocked for a long time without anyone answering.

After waiting over an hour, just as he was about to leave, a pair of delicate hands wrapped around his waist from behind.

The woman's voice was soft, sweet, and alluring. "It's you. Don't go. Hold me, will you?"

His reminiscing was abruptly cut off by his phone ringing. He quickly snapped back to reality and answered the call.

It was Nadine calling from Travis' phone.

Earlier, Nadine had blocked him, and Brad had done the same in retaliation.

The moment he recognized Nadine's voice, lips curled into a smirk of

Dis

contempt. "Didn't you block me?

Why

are you calling now?

"Nadine,

weren't me tell you this. If you

woman, I'd have beaten

swa kents

you so badly that even your wouldn't recognize you!"