Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1817

As the entrance ceremony approached, Mavis felt a bit worried and gently took Asher's hand.

"Asher, are you feeling okay? Are you sure you're up for this?"

Asher nodded firmly. "I'm fine."

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Mavis did not press further and led them to the playground.

The weather was perfect, with the sun shining brightly and casting a warm, golden glow on everything.

"We have three tasks for today's ceremony," the teacher announced. "The first task, which I'm sure you all have completed, was the registration process. The second task is to work on a craft project with your child. This craft will be sent to children in remote mountain areas, so please make sure to do your best on this project."

Each parent and child had a table filled with various craft materials in front of them.

Typically, mothers worked with daughters, and fathers worked with sons, so Mavis naturally paired up with Adora while Nathaniel was supposed to work with Asher.

Mavis had no objections to this arrangement, but she noticed a hint of displeasure on Asher's face.

He did not want to work on the craft project with Nathaniel.

He looked at Nathaniel with a cold stare and said, "I can do the craft myself. I don't need your help."

"Asher, let—"

"I don't need it," Asher interrupted, his tone unyielding.

His refusal was so firm that Nathaniel could only sit awkwardly to the side.

Meanwhile, Mavis and Adora were working together with lots of love.

Adora was also smiling frequently, making Mavis laugh.

Mavis noticed Nathaniel's eyes glancing over at them, and she immediately understood his situation.

She leaned down to Adora and said, "Adora, would you mind if Uncle Nate helps you with your craft? I'll work with Asher instead."

Adora nodded sweetly. "Okay, Auntie Mae."

"Wow, you're so good at this! Are you making your guardian angel?"

Adora smiled and held up the angel doll next to Nathaniel's face.

"Yep, I'm making my guardian angel. What about you? What are you making?"

The child glanced behind her and shyly admitted, "I'm not very good at crafts, so I had my mommy help me. Don't tell the teacher, okay?"

Adora frowned and crossed her arms.

"My mommy always says you have to do your own work. If you're just letting your mommy do it for you, then we can't be friends."

Even though she was a playful child, Adora did not like being friends with kids who were not independent.

The little kid was taken aback by Adora's sudden coldness.

She had never been confronted this way in the past.