The gratified expression on Shane’s face, in particular, was what made her even more indignant.
She didn’t understand what was there for him to be proud of. Isn’t it just a lousy trophy? That’s not even his biological son.
Even though that was her true feelings, she wasn’t intrepid enough to voice them. Drawing in a deep breath, she recollected herself and walked over, all smiles. “What are you discussing here?”
“We’re celebrating Connor’s win.” Sharon pointed at the trophy in Shane’s hand and replied with a smug face.
As though it was her who won the trophy.
Jacqueline looked at the trophy and added, “Is that so? Well, Ms. Smith, you’re an outstanding parent.”
“Thank you.” Natalie gave her a nonchalant smile. “Actually, I don’t really educate them much. They’re smart on their own.”
She ruffled her children’s head.
Jacqueline was exasperated within.
Smart?
I’d say it’s only street smarts.
“Mrs. Wilson,” Shane put the trophy on the coffee table as he called out.
Coming out with a tray full of glasses of juice, Mrs. Wilson answered, “Is there anything, Sir?”
“You clean up a room later and turn it into a trophy room for Connor and Sharon to keep their trophies and medals,” Shane said as he handed the trophy to Mrs. Wilson.
Natalie furrowed her brows. “That’s not really needed.”
Jacqueline was also of the opinion that he was making a big deal out of it.
He’s just rewarded by chance, isn’t he? Is there a need to make a trophy room just for that?
It would be a total joke if they can’t win any more trophies in the future.
Shane didn’t know what Jacqueline had in her mind, but he looked at Natalie and replied, “Of course it’s needed. I’m sure this will not be the last trophy.”
“I believe in Connor, too.” Mrs. Wilson took the trophy over admiringly. “Sure, I’ll get to cleaning up later. Connor is awesome!”
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