No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1850 Hayes Edwards Extra (7)

"Then go play with them and stop bothering me all the time."

It’s summer now, the sun is blazing, and Hayes Edwards is more irritable than ever, like a firecracker ready to explode at the slightest touch.

Of course, this was only when he was facing Grace Winter.

But Grace Winter didn’t know that, she was still smiling sweetly, though she seemed a bit troubled, "But they don’t want to play with me."

Hayes was taken aback, then unceremoniously snorted, "What kind of... friends are those."

The keyword was automatically muted.

Grace Winter didn’t think much of it, her mind was like a slowly turning clock, a bit slower than other kids her age, any kindness of one could be amplified to a hundred in her mind.

"They told me that if I give them all my candy, we would be friends."

Hayes: "..." What kind of brain is this?

"Do you believe everything people say?"

"Yeah." Grace nodded, "I gave them all my candy, so we’re friends."

Foolish words.

"I don’t want to talk to you anymore." Hayes stood up, spat out the green foxtail from his mouth, "Someday you’ll be sold off, and you won’t even know it."

"Why would anyone want to sell Grace?" The little girl tilted her head, her expression matching that of the doll in her arms.

Hayes couldn’t be bothered to answer her and just left.

In the Strawberry class, seats were switched, and Grace Winter’s desk mate was no longer a little girl, but a boy with a small bun of hair at the back of his head.

The boy was very outgoing, usually the noisy type in class, and on the first day sitting with Grace Winter, he reached out to pull her pigtail.

Not just once, pulling her braids askew, it even hurt a bit.

But Grace Winter never got angry, she only quietly stayed silent, neither crying nor causing a fuss.

However, the more she acted this way, the more the boy pushed his luck, laughingly saying, "Turns out what they say is true, you’re really silly."

"Don’t pull my pigtails again." Grace Winter was a bit angry, but her words lacked any force, "If you do it again, I’ll really be mad."

The boy wasn’t afraid of her at all.

Grace Winter’s pigtails were crooked on both sides, messily as if she’d been in a fight.

But Hayes didn’t notice at all, he was busy discussing cartoon characters with a chubby kid.

Later, a teacher helped her redo her pigtails.

Three-year-old Grace Winter didn’t know what "telling on" meant, she just talked about it with her mom before going to sleep that night.

Mother Winter reached out to gently rub her daughter’s head, her voice soft, "Grace, if something like this happens again, you should directly tell the other person it’s wrong and that you don’t like it, okay?"

Grace Winter nodded, somewhat understanding, somewhat not.

Mother Winter sighed and tucked her little blanket in.

As night fell and sleepiness swept over, Grace Winter clutched her doll and fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did Mother Winter get up and go out, to talk about it with Father Winter as well.

Father Winter, eager to protect his daughter, immediately thought of confronting the little boy at preschool.

But Mother Winter persuaded him otherwise.

She knew her daughter’s nature, too soft and obedient; she needed to learn to grow up starting with small issues, and if it didn’t work out, they as parents would step in.

Father Winter hesitated for a long time before agreeing.

The next day at preschool, the boy desk mate indeed came to pull Grace Winter’s pigtails again.

"My mom said, what you’re doing is wrong, and I don’t like it!" she said these words very fiercely.