The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 319

Alan Hoyle smiled as he saw Annie, the youngest of the five children, was very steady and collected, unlike the usual fidgety self. After two minutes she finally passed one of the children, and then after another two minutes, she dropped another behind. By the time Annie crawled to the midway point, she was tied for first place with a boy looking like two years older than her.

His daughter was amazing. Thinking about it, Alan couldn't help but shout out, in spite of himself, "Go, baby, go!"

Annie gestured back with a V as well.

"Every time we used to come over, I noticed that Annie envied the kids who came with their parents. She never said it, but she just couldn't help staring at those parenting games." Olive Steele said suddenly.

"Honey..." Alan Hoyle felt guilty at Olive's sentiment as he reached out and took her in his arms.

Olive Steele smiled back, "It's okay, you’re here now."

While they were distracted, there was a sudden scream from the crowd of onlookers. They looked up further and saw Annie actually almost collided with the boy.

Both kids were trying to get the most advantageous climbing path.

Annie was like an enraged little hedgehog, "Why are you stepping on my foot!"

The boy answered her scornfully, "Is your name carved on the stone? Don't think I will go easy on you just because you're a woman."

Annie snorted, "Who told you I need that? Don’t be a smart ass, boy."

The crowd erupted in laughter as they watched with interest. Of the other three kids, two had given up, and one was still hanging on, but based on his trembling legs, he should be giving up soon as well.

Olive Steele felt both angry and funny at Annie's words. It looked like someone had to step up the language education when they got home.

"Baby, to the left, don't waste time," Alan Hoyle warned.

Annie, hearing the words, sneered harshly at the boy and carefully moved to the stone on the left, but through the look on her face, Alan knew her strength was running out.

The higher she went, the harder it was to climb.

Olive Steele was worried and her fingers clenched into fists of their own volition.

Alan Hoyle embraced her, "Don't worry, honey, the outcome won’t matter, what matters is her participation."