Genius Son Sells his Mom to Dad novel Chapter 482

“That's yours answer. You should remember it, no regrets. I'll go to Mommy now to confirm it.”

With his hands folded in front of her, Leo asks, “Will your mommy agree to participate?”

“Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Wait for my good news.”

With that, Conan turns around and leaves, while Leo puts the materials aside and falls into deep thought.

...

Holding the vase and walking slowly downstairs, Claire finds Conan at a glance and is sitting on the sofa with a frown.

“Conan, what's the matter with you?”

Hearing Claire's voice, Conan gets up and looks like crying sadly.

“Mommy, I'm so sad.”

Put down the vase, Claire walks quickly to Conan, puts her arm around his shoulder and asks, “What's the matter?”

“I'm rejected by other children. They don't like playing with me.”

With that, Conan's shoulders begin to tremble, as if crying very sad.

“How could it be that you are not very popular among your friends? Are you in conflict with them?”

Conan nods busily and says, “Yes, I am isolated by them. As you know, little children always engage in small groups and reject different children.”

“But you are not a stranger.”

“Not before, but now.” Conan looks up, his eyes are red, and says, “Recently, neither daddy nor Mommy will pick me up from school. This is a strange thing. They all said behind my back that I am a child no one wanted. They also said that my Daddy will marry a new mommy, I would be homeless. It is so pitiful.”

Such an answer makes Claire laugh and cry. He asks, “Would you also believe those rumors?”

“Why don't you believe it? It seems that it is a truth,” Conan wrongs and says, “Although I'm very strong, I'm also a child. You can't ignore my inner growth by virtue of my high IQ, which is easy to distort my mind!”

“Is it so exaggerated?”

“Hum, when the tragedy is caused, you will know whether it is so exaggerated!”

Claire looks helpless and says, “OK, then Mommy will pick you up from school tomorrow and block other people's mouths with practical actions, OK?”

“Well, that's about it.”

“In a better mood?”

“It's just a little better, but I still need to eat something delicious to comfort my injured soul.”

“Then what would you like to eat?”

Conan thinks about it and says, “Cookies.”

“OK, Mommy will do it now.”

Saying that, Claire takes Conan's hand with helpless expression.

...

When school is over, parents come to pick up their children at the school gate. They are bustling and bustling.

According to Conan's instruction, Claire stands in the place with the most people with dressed appropriately, smiled and waited for Conan to finish school.

But in the end, instead of waiting for Conan himself, Claire waits for her phone call.

“Mommy, there's a sudden activity here. Maybe it's going to be late for school.”

“And when?”

“About an hour, you need to find a place to rest for a while. When my side is over, you can find you again.”

“Ok.”

Hung up the phone, Claire lips, do not know what to do this hour.

Looking around, Claire finds a coffee shop and plans to go in to kill time.