“I’m Eason,” the little boy answered, but he didn’t call her Monica, keeping his lips tightly shut. He didn’t dislike her, but he hadn’tpletely opened up to her yet.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Monica nodded happily, “Eason, what a lovely name!” She had learned from Tristan that his brother had been seriously ill when he was younger, so the fact that he told her his name meant he didn’t dislike her. She thought that if she could get along well with Eason, her rtionship with Tristan might improve as well. So, she decided to focus on winning Eason over first. She had to work hard for her happiness in Arkpool City without Daniel!


    “Can I ask, does Eason get a chance to go outside and y?” she inquired curiously.


    It took Eason a while to understand her question. He shook his head, his lips pressed tightly together, not saying a word. Monica thought for a moment and asked, “So, does Eason spend all day in this room? Never even going outside?”


    The little boy nodded.


    She couldn’t help but think how boring that must be, with no childhood fun or anyone to y games with. “But I have sses; a teacheres every day to teach me,” Eason shared enthusiastically.


    Monica nodded thoughtfully, “Has Eason learned math? Math can be a lot of fun!”


    “Yes, I’ve learned math. Math is about Arabic numerals, right?”


    “Yeah! How about Monica ys a number game with you?” Monica didn’t want the conversation to go cold, and she wanted to make sure the child didn’t find her boring. She also didn’t know how long Tristan would be talking with Uncle Ding, so she needed to keep Eason entertained.


    “Do you want to y?” the girl asked. “It’s okay if you don’t know how. At first, I didn’t either, but I learned gradually.” The little boy nodded. “I want to y.” Who wouldn’t want to y games? Especially a special child like him who had been living in the hospital for a long time, almost isted from the world, spending his days in monotony.


    “Well, I’ll teach you the rules first, so listen carefully!” The little boy nodded with interest and listened intently as she spoke. “1+1=2, can you read it with me?” Her eyes were filled with encouragement. Eason tried to speak, “1+1=2.”


    “Great, let’s continue! 2+2=4.”


    “2+2=4.”


    “Well done, 4+4=8!”


    “4+4=8.”


    “8+8=16.”


    “…”


    “64+64=128…”


    Under Monica’s guidance, Eason not only spoke up but quickly grew to love this game. As they yed, bursts ofughter and joy spread throughout the room. There was no denying that Monica would have made an excellent kindergarten teacher. “Eason, you’re doing great! Let’s do it again!” Hearing her praise, the little boy couldn’t have been happier. “I don’t know any more than this, can you teach me more?” “Of course,” Monica nodded.


    At that moment, Kevin called Tristan’s cell phone, and they exchanged a few words. Tristan hung up and said goodbye to Zack rke, then walked out, “Monica, let’s go. There’s something at thepany.” The girl sitting in the chair looked at him, then let go of Eason’s hand. “Eason, we have to go now. Bye-” Eason, still immersed in the fun, had a reluctant look in his beautiful ck eyes. Knowing that Tristan, as the president of rke Group, had a very valuable time, Eason suddenly grabbed Monica’s hand as she stood up. This action surprised everyone present, and they all looked at them. Eason was not good at socializing and had social anxiety.


    “Monica,” he stood up, looking up at her, addressing her for the first time like this, “Can I see you again tomorrow?”