Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 256

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.

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, his lips curled into a smirk of contempt. "Didn't you block me? Why are you calling now?

"Nadine, let me tell you this. If you weren't a woman, I'd have beaten you so badly that even your parents wouldn't recognize you!"