Chapter 575


    With widened eyes, everyone asked in anticipation," Who?"


    Grayson replied, "Our little young master whose wits could rival that of the president."


    Storm immediately rejected the idea. “No way. I promised the president I would ensure the little


    young masters and the little youngdy''s safety. Letting Little Young Master Jenson help would risk


    having his location revealed. That would endanger the children.”


    Grayson patted Storm on the shoulder and reassured, saying, "You’re worrying too much. Only


    those with a death wish would try to provoke the three little devils."


    Eyeing Storm''s hesitation, Grayson asked, "Unless you wish to see all of the president''s hard work


    come to naught?"


    Storm nodded grimly.


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    On the best part of thend stood a vi where the Ghosts had built their home.


    Bringing Grayson to the vi, Storm found Baby Robbie lying on the floor sunbathing as beanbags


    tied his feet together.


    Lying in front of Robbie was Jenson, who had a book


    titled ''Business Management'' covering his face.


    Baby Zetty was living the best life, asleep on the hammock of a shaded area.


    Storm shook his head in disappointment when he caught sight of thezy children. "Stopzing


    around when I''m not here to watch you, youzy bums."


    Baby Robbie opened his eyes to stare scornfully at Storm. "Why does Zetty get to spend each day


    eating and sleeping like a pig, while Jenson and I have to train and study, Storm? This is tant


    sexism and misandry.”


    Grayson could not help butugh!


    He should have known that whoever''s hand the three little devilsnded in, their easy lives were


    done for.


    Grayson berated Storm, "What is this colonial mindset? How could you still favor boys over girls?


    Males and females have equal rights. Baby Zetty''s education cannot be stalled."


    Storm gulped. With a bitter expression, he was lost for words. "It’s not like I''m withholding


    knowledge from Zetty, but my hands are tied with this girl. She won''t listen without a beating, and if I


    hit her, she''ll start wailing about being harassed. How am I going to walk around the neighborhood if


    they hear her?"


    Grayson''s handsome features twitched mirthfully." Who taught her such a thing?!"


    Storm shook his head and sighed. "You tell me. She’s just an eight-year-old girl, yet she''s already


    full of schemes."


    Grayson patted Storm''s shoulder sympathetically. "It must have been her mother''s traits. You should


    probably give up the thought of straightening her when even the president loses every time he fights


    with the missus."


    Jenson tugged the book off his face and sat on the grass.


    At the age of eight, he had his first growth spurt. His faceful of chubby baby fat gave way to


    attractive and charming features.


    "Where''s my daddy, Uncle Grayson?” Jenson''s gaze was filled with despair as he spoke.


    Grayson''s eyes twinkled even though a wave of sadness crashed in his chest. He did not know if


    the president would live until he died of old age.


    Baby Robbie began to whine. "You take away our phones and you don’t let us use theputers.


    All we see every day are big burly men. Are you trying to turn us gay or something?"


    Grayson replied guiltily, "It was the president’s instruction to have you secluded and


    homeschooled."


    Robbie rolled his eyes. "Do you know why the Middle Ages ended?"


    “To give way to Early Modern Europe," Storm replied knowingly.


    Baby Robbie replied, "Nope. It started with the gue. The ck death triggered a lockdown-esque


    situation, resulting in the stalling of international trade which therefore led to peasants revolting and


    the crisis of the Middle Ages. Through bloodshed, history teaches u s that lockdown bes the


    first step toward your demise."


    Grayson and Storm shared a look. Understanding that they were in for a round of Baby Robbie''s


    thunderstorm-like attacks, the two looked wary.


    Robbie, however, did not seem interested in attacking them. Instead, he sent Jenson a silent look.


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    Jenson parted his thin lips. Despite it still being the voice of a young boy, it harbored a tinge of


    maism and a gust of frost. "How are you supposed to teach us i f you can''t even grasp such a


    simple understanding of historical events?”


    Then, he turned the conversation around. "As the saying goes, we can''t all specialize in the same


    field. Why force yourself to teach us academic knowledge when you''re more brawn than brain?


    Teach us what you''re good at. Teach us how to fight.”