Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 577: Chapter 573:1 Want to Break My Mommy’s Record

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Walter Yonne was forty-three this year, and his son was ten, more than a head taller than the little brat in front of him.

“Master, is he really, your new apprentice?”

Looking at the little brat, they could say he was the master’s grandson.

Master Kingston nodded proudly, “Yes, I snatched him from your aunt’s hands, hahaha, it really pissed her off.”

Timmy rarely saw his master so elated and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“Master, is my grandma my aunt?”

Master Kingston rubbed his head, “Yes, that’s your grandma.”

Timmy frowned with worry, “Then I have to buy something to please my grandma, otherwise, she will be mad at me, right?”

Master Kingston laughed at his innocence.

“Silly boy, your grandma has long stopped being mad. Besides, as my apprentice, your mother has also taught you a lot, hasn’t she? In the future, when people ask who your master is, just say it’s me and your grandma too!”

Timmy laughed, “So my mom has really become my senior sister?”

Master Kingston happily nodded, “Yes, outside, you can call your mom, ‘Senior Sister.'”

When talking about his mom, Timmy laughed innocently.

Master Kingston couldn’t bear to part with this little treasure, but he had a lot of things to prepare next. So he instructed Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell.

“You two take your junior brother and Uncle Kendrick to look around. Return ten minutes before the lecture begins.”

Kendrick Yacoub hurriedly came to Timmy, “Timmy, are you tired? Do you want Uncle Kendrick to carry you?”

These words were just what a normal elder would say.

But to Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell’s ears, it didn’t sound pleasant.

Both of them exchanged glances, and saw the same feeling of frustration and unwillingness in each other’s eyes.

He really is a little master that is not spoiled!

“Uncle Kendrick, no need to carry me, I can walk on my own.”

Timmy’s stamina and endurance were not only unmatched by kids his age but also by young and strong adults like Kendrick Yacoub.

Kendrick held Timmy’s hand and turned to ask Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell.

“I heard from Mr. Kingston that he has some materials for Timmy. Will you be sending those to Timmy by email or text?”

Alfredo pulled out his phone, “I’ll send it by email. Junior Brother, can you please send me your email address?”

Timmy took out his newest model phone from his tiger backpack.

He opened WhatsApp and showed the contacts screen.

“First Brother, Sixth Brother, you guys add me first!”

Despite his cute childish voice, Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell frowned for some reason.

“Alfredo, you add him. I’m usually busy at work, and I don’t often carry my phone. It’s not good if our little brother tries to contact me and gets no response.”

Timmy didn’t mind much. He was indifferent by nature, and besides his parents, siblings, and a few close friends, he didn’t care much about others’ attention or lack thereof.

After Alfredo added him, Timmy added a note as ‘Sixth Brother.’

“Sixth Brother, I’ve sent my email address to you. Please forward the materials to me now!”

Since living with Timothy and Tiffany, Timmy’s tone and intonation had gradually merged with his siblings’.

So now when he spoke, apart from his cool demeanor, everything else about him was just like any other five or six-year-old child.

Most people, upon seeing such a cute, handsome boy with curly hair tied up in a small bun, would be unable to resist hugging and pinching him, exclaiming how “cute and adorable” he was.

But Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell never smiled at Timmy since leaving Master Kingston’s office.

Timmy, being indifferent by nature, didn’t bother to mind it.

But Kendrick, being a normal adult, felt upset seeing his beloved child being treated with wooden faces and arrogant attitudes by Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell.

While Kendrick knew he couldn’t compare with Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell in terms of qualifications, they didn’t deserve to act so superior in front of Richelie’s genius son.

“Brother Mitchell, I heard that you were just awarded the title of professor. Congratulations!”

Alfredo reluctantly replied with a forced smile, “Thank you!”

Timmy also sweetly said, “Congratulations, Sixth Brother.”

Alfredo responded with the same stiffness, “Thank you.”

Kendrick rolled his eyes internally, “Timmy, did you know? Your mom was promoted to professor last year.”

Being intelligent, Timmy understood that Uncle Kendrick was standing up for him.

“Last year? Wasn’t my mom only twenty-five then?”

Kendrick nodded with a smile, “Yes, and she’s still the youngest professor at the college.”

Timmy looked up happily, “Wow! Does my mom have students?”

Kendrick pulled his cheek, “Of course! The first disciple she took as a student is you, my little treasure!”

Timmy very cooperatively held up his little fingers and started counting.

After a while, he exclaimed excitedly.

“Uncle Kendrick, does that mean I can break my mom’s record in the future?”