A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 466

Amber POV

One of the soldiers standing near Emory muttered something under his breath.

"Must be nice to have money. Even the kids get to learn ridiculously expensive shit."

Unfortunately for him, Alex heard every word.

He tilted his head, studying the soldier with the same serious expression he usually wore when someone said something that didn't make sense to him.

"Learning things is more expensive when you're an adult," he explained matter-of-factly. "Adults don't have as much time to learn because they have to work, and their time costs money. Children have more time, so it's better to learn things when you're little."

The soldier blinked.

I stared at the screen.

Well.

He wasn't exactly wrong.

But hearing a six-year-old explain the economics of education as though he were discussing the weather was rather disturbing.

Especially when he sounded like a miniature businessman evaluating the profitability of childhood.

I opened my mouth, then closed it again.

What was I even supposed to say to that?

Emory, meanwhile, looked as though he was trying very hard not to laugh.

The soldier scratched the back of his head.

"That's... one way to look at it."

Alex nodded, apparently satisfied that he had explained himself properly.

I decided it was time to intervene.

"All right, sweetheart. I think that's enough excitement for today."

I reached toward my phone, intending to end the video call before someone decided to ask Alex exactly how many security networks he had accessed without permission.

That was a conversation I would much rather have in private.

Preferably after consulting a lawyer.

Unfortunately, Alex had other ideas.

"It's really not that hard," he added casually. "That's how I found my other grandfather."

My hand froze inches from the screen.

For a moment, I wasn't entirely sure I had heard him correctly.

Then I noticed Jason.

He had gone completely still.

So still, in fact, that I thought the video had frozen.

"Jason?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, he slowly crouched in front of Alex, placing both hands on his shoulders.

"Buddy," he said carefully, "which grandfather are you talking about?"

Alex frowned, clearly confused by the question.

"Um... your father?"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

My brain seemed to stop functioning.