How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405 

Gilda frowned. Did she have to give up like this? But she was unwilling to give up! 

At that moment, a small figure attracted Gilda’s attention. Not far away, a little boy was squatting on the edge of the corner and playing with a 12×12 Magic Cube in his hand. He played very seriously and quickly turned the cube with his fingers. In less than half a minute, he completed a 12×12 Magic Cube. 

Gilda stood up and walked towards the little boy. “Ms. Cowan, is this your son?” 

Fiona thought Gilda was going to do something to her son, so she hurriedly stepped forward and stopped her. “What are you doing? Don’t touch my son! If anyone wants to hurt my son, I’ll fight with 

her!” 

Gilda was frightened by her attitude and hurriedly explained, “You misunderstood. I just saw that he is good at playing the Rubik’s Cube. Normally, children of his age are not so mature in intellectual development, but he seems to be very good. He can complete a 12×12 Magic Cube in less than one minute, which means he has a high IQ.” 

As soon as Gilda said this, a trace of joy showed on Fiona’s face. She grabbed Gilda’s arm with a touch of uncertainty. “Are you serious?” 

Gilda didn’t understand why Fiona reacted so strongly. 

But she still said truthfully, “Yes! Generally, it is difficult for a three–year–old child to play Rubik’s Cube, especially a 12×12 Magic Cube. But he can play it very well, which shows that he has good talent.“” 

Fiona’s eyes instantly turned red. “They all say that my son is a fool with autism, and you are the first to praise him for his cleverness.” 

Gilda was stunned. 

She understood something and asked, “Did you say that he has autism?” 

Fiona nodded. 

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“The doctor said that he was born with autism and was very withdrawn. Now he is more than three 

years old and can’t even communicate.” 

Speaking of her son, Fiona had endless topics. At last, she sighed, “No matter what, I will try my best to 

cure Andrew.” 

Gilda looked at the little boy on the ground. She walked over, picked up his toys, put them together into a pattern, and finally asked, “You are Andrew, right?” 

Andrew Cowan stopped and looked at her with clear eyes, but he didn’t say anything. 

Gilda then said, “Andrew, you must be the smartest. Can you tell me how to move two sticks without changing the shape of the pattern?” 

Andrew seemed to be thinking about her words and turned to look at the pattern on the ground.