My mind went blank at the mention of Xavier's name.
How could he possibly know how to trade?
I scowled at Murphy. "You must be mistaken."
Xavier was only nine; he only had a limited vocabulary.
"But that's the information we received," Murphy said. "Perhaps it was Ms. Langley?"
But I knew Yvonne didn't have such abilities, and Jared wouldn't have helped either. The only possibility was Xavier, yet he was just a nine-year-old.
Hayden was the first to snap back to his senses and placed a hand on my shoulder as he began tentatively, "I've seen genius children like this abroad. They're experts in trading and even in arts. Perhaps it really is Xavier—he's helping you."
"He's my son. How would I not know if he has this ability?"
Xavier was indeed clever, and I often found him on the computer. But there was no way he'd know how to trade.
In fact, I suspected Yvonne and Jared. Maybe this was all part of their trap.
"Murphy, keep an eye on the stock market for me."
"Understood."
As for Xavier, I'd have to ask him in person.
…
The moment the school bell rang, I saw Xavier darting out of the classroom. He was the first to exit, but he looked disappointed after glancing around. He stood in the corner quietly.
He was much more obedient than I imagined. Without needing the teacher's supervision, he watched the other children being picked up by their parents with a pout.
"Xavier, isn't Mom coming?" Jonas asked, spotting his brother standing alone in the corner.
Xavier hadn't been talking to him much, and he didn't know what was bothering him.
"That's none of your concern," Xavier snapped, appearing hostile toward Jonas since he was closer to me.
Jonas shrank his shoulders, looking a bit pitiful.
Yet Xavier pushed my hand away. "I don't want to see that woman."
That woman? Was he referring to Lorraine?
Yvonne was right—Xavier was still upset about this matter.
"Lorraine isn't around, and she won't be around in the future either."
Since we didn't plan to marry, I thought it would be better to clear things up with the kids.
Sure enough, Xavier immediately glanced up at me and blurted out, "You're not getting married anymore?"
He didn't expect his prayers to be answered after all these days.
Noticing the unmistakable delight on his face, I smiled and found it quite amusing that he was strongly against my marriage.
"That's right. We're not getting married," I said, stroking his soft, fluffy hair. "Happy now? Are you going to come with us?"
Xavier tilted his chin up, pretending to think it over. "Fine."
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