Chapter 113

Keen stared at her in disbelief. “But you haven’t even asked what happened!”

Stella replied, “Isn’t it the same with you guys? You never ask what happened either. You just assume it’s my fault, right? Besides,” she glanced gently at Marvin, “Trust Marvin. He would never hit someone without a reason!”

Lately, she’d been looking after Marvin at home. Marvin was such a smart kid, wise beyond his years, which made her heart ache a little. Unlike Keen, who would rush off with just a brief farewell after dinner, Marvin always lingered—helping to clear the table and gather the dishes. During meals, he’d offer her food from the dish, always complimenting her cooking, savoring every bite with a satisfied smile.

Stella’s thoughts were interrupted by Marvin’s voice. “Titella, I was wrong in this matter. No matter what Keen said, I shouldn’t have hit him. I’m willing to apologize.”

Stella looked down at Marvin. “Are you really willing to apologize to him?”

Marvin nodded, saying, “I am.”

Her expression softened. “Alright, then go ahead and apologize.”

Marvin walked over to Keen. “Keen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you.”

Even though Keen came from a well-disciplined family, he was still just a kid, and Marvin had been under his skin for days. He turned his face away with a huff, unwilling to forgive.

Marvin looked a bit lost, instinctively glancing back at Stella. She waved him over with an encouraging smile. “Whether he forgives you or not is one thing. Knowing you did wrong and being willing to apologize is another, Marvin. Taking responsibility is what makes a man.”

Hearing her praise, Marvin’s eyes sparkled.

The kindergarten teachers, observing this scene, finally caught on.

“Mrs. O’Ron, are you Marvin’s guardian?”

Fella nodded slightly. “Sorry, Marvin’s father is currently out of town on business and can’t be here, so I’m stepping in for him.”

Pachet gave a complicated look. “Ms. Cameron, so you’re not here for Keen, but for this little guy?”

Stella’s expression was cold. “That’s right.”

Hayes’ tone was icy as he spoke. “Stella, when Keen needed you, you were nowhere to be found, yet now you’re scrambling for another…”

“…ink that’s going too far?”

She turned her gaze to them. “To just the O’Brien family’s nanny? Do I have the right to intervene for him?”

Haynes frowned. “Hanny? What are you talking about?”

“I haven’t heard your son telling everyone…En…just the O’Brien family nanny?”

Keay hangs his head without thinking. “Why take it to heart?”

Stella laughed. “Can’t argue with someone who’s dying, can’t argue with elders, can’t argue with your friends, and can’t argue with kids.”

“Hopes, does marrying you mean I have to always be beneath everyone, stepped on by all?”

This expression turned grim. “Stella, are you sure you want to argue about this here and now?”

“How concerned about causing a scene? Stella shot back, her gaze steady. “You had no problem playing the moral arbiter when…”

Har…betreut…resist…fanning the flames…Mo Cameron, Keen is your own flesh and blood. Why waste your energy defending some…

Before she could finish, Stella cut her off sharply.

“Shut up! Who do you think you are? Do you have a say in this?”