My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 828

Chapter 828

Amanda, who had been listening intently, was baffled. “Mr. Sullivan, what will Uncle Tim do? Also, who's Mindy? Why was she looking for Aunt Jojo?”

“That's enough questions, Sweetie,” Genevieve gently chided as she handed her daughter a scone. “Come on, eat up.”

“Okay,” Amanda muttered before tucking into her breakfast obediently.

After glancing at the adorable little girl, Steven turned to Genevieve. “Lucian and Mandy are now five, aren't they? Shouldn't it be time to send them to school?”

Growing up in Dartan, the twins had started taking language and music lessons from private tutors when they were around two or three years old. With their classes running daily from Monday to Friday, it really wasn't any different from attending a mainstream school.

Moreover, the knowledge they had acquired thus far easily surpassed their peers, so Genevieve had never once thought about sending them to school.

“Yes, you're right,” she replied. “Does that mean they'll have to attend kindergarten first?”

Upon hearing that, Lucian furrowed his brows. “I don't want to go to kindergarten. The kids there are crybabies and way too childish. I want to be in first grade.”

Genevieve instantly burst out laughing. “Weren't you also like them when you were three or four?”

Instead of replying, Lucian merely tapped away on his tablet and handed it to his mother. “This is a list of all the private and public schools in Jadeborough. The six private schools don't have any minimum age requirements, so even five-year-olds are allowed to enroll in first grade.”

“If Lucian doesn't want to attend kindergarten, then neither do I!” Amanda chimed in.

Genevieve browsed through Lucian's list of schools and handed the tablet to Steven. “Can you check out these schools when you're free, Steven? Let me know which are the better ones.”

“Sure.”

When everyone had finished their breakfast, the children scampered off to play in the living room while Genevieve went to the pantry to make a call.

“Genevieve?”

“Yes, it's me. Good morning, Mr. Zeigler,” Genevieve greeted, making a point to lower her voice when she heard the hint of annoyance in the man's tone. “Is this a bad time to talk?”