Chapter 1104: Chapter 1044: Teaching My Daughter
"Let me know when you plan to move, and I’ll have the driver help you with it. You don’t need to hire a moving company," Sienna Johnson said politely.
"We can come over tonight."
Sienna didn’t expect him to be in such a rush, "Don’t you need to resign from your boss first?"
"Actually, I haven’t had any work for half a month. Our boss is having some financial issues, and the entire construction crew is at a standstill."
Harrison Harris looked at his son and sighed deeply. Because of this, his son’s tuition fees hadn’t been paid.
Sienna instructed Sally, "Sally, have the driver accompany Mr. Harris to move."
"Yes, Madam."
"Madam, you don’t have to call me Mr. Harris. It’s too formal. Everyone calls me Harrison. Just call me Harrison."
"That’s an interesting name."
"My dad gave it to me." Harrison’s face finally brightened up, shedding the look of worry from when he first arrived.
Sienna was familiar with people like them; they all lived at the bottom rung of society.
In a swamp-like life, struggling would lead to death, and not struggling would also lead to death.
Sienna felt extraordinarily fortunate to embrace the beauty in life after hardships; whereas the people at the bottom of society faced survival challenges until death, they couldn’t leap, run, or spin—only crawl to the end of life.
Harrison expressed his endless gratitude to Sienna, making her feel somewhat embarrassed. She had only casually helped them.
"Madam, I’m taking them out now."
"Alright, go ahead."
Sally left with the father and son.
"Mom, you’re the best mom in the world," Curly exclaimed happily, wrapping his arms around his dazed mother.
Her daughter’s smile brought Sienna’s thoughts back, "Mom apologizes for wrongly accusing you."
Curly, in a happy mood, didn’t hold it against Sienna, "It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m not a petty person. You’re my mom, so even if you hit me twice, it’s fine."
"However..." Sienna changed her tone, "What you did was still wrong!"
"Mom, you saw it too. Farrell Harris is very pitiful. If I don’t help them, he’ll continue to be bullied."
Sienna placed her daughter on her lap and began to tell her a story, "Let me tell you a story about helping others."
"Oh." Curly was not very interested, knowing her mom was about to lecture her again.
"In a university dormitory, there was a very poor girl who couldn’t afford a mosquito net and was bitten by mosquitoes every day.
The other girls thought about it and decided to help her. So, they also took down their mosquito nets and stayed with the poor girl to get bitten together."
Curly didn’t think it sounded right, "Why didn’t they just buy a mosquito net for her?"
"Indeed, why didn’t they buy a mosquito net for her?
Curly, do you see any difference between yourself and those girls who took down their nets to stay with the poor girl getting bitten?"
Curly: ...
"You wanted to help Farrell Harris, and your intentions were good, but resorting to violence was wrong.
People say Farrell Harris smells bad, and he has nowhere to shower; you can invite him over to our home to shower.
If Farrell Harris is poor and can’t afford tuition, you can use your pocket money to help him or come to me. I’ve already helped many students, and helping one more wouldn’t be a problem...
If you truly want to solve Farrell Harris’s problem, you need to resolve his father’s job situation. Only when Farrell Harris’s father has stable work and income can Farrell Harris have a materially secure future...
You see, you had many choices, but you chose to solve the problem with your fists.
Have you considered that the students you hit might not dare bully you, but then they might end up bullying Farrell Harris even more behind closed doors?
If they truly escalate their bullying of Farrell Harris, wouldn’t you be causing his harm?"
Curly thought seriously about her mother’s words and furrowed her small brow. Sienna gently smoothed out her daughter’s frown.
"Think carefully about what I said."
"Mom, I realize my mistake. In the future, when I help others, I’ll come up with a smart way."
Sienna patted her daughter’s head and said consolingly, "When helping others, you must consider if they are worth helping. I want you to be a good person, but not a doormat."
"I know, Mom told me the story of ’Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf.’ We should help kind people, not bad people like wolves."
"Curly, you’re clever."
"Mom is even smarter."
The mother and daughter reconciled, and Adrian Desmond, standing outside the window, felt relieved. If these two women had stayed upset with each other, he’d be stuck in the middle with no way to please either.
...
Sienna didn’t eat dinner.
Without asking for details, she reprimanded Curly—the wrong action deserved punishment, and the punishment was not being allowed to eat dinner.
Adrian secretly took some buns to the bedroom, locking the door like a thief.
"Adrian, what are you doing?"
"Wife, during dinner I snuck some buns for you. Eat them; I’ll stand guard outside, and no one will find out."
Sienna found it funny and asked, "When I usually punish Curly by not letting her eat, do you also sneak buns for her too?"
Adrian came over with the buns, placed one in her mouth, and said, "I can’t bear to see either of you go hungry."
"I have to set an example; how can I sneak buns when I’m being punished?" Sienna returned the bun to Adrian’s mouth.
"You’re too rigid, taking everything so seriously." Adrian didn’t like this aspect of Sienna’s personality.
"It’s a matter of principle! When educating my daughter, I hope to set a good example."
"Fine, if you don’t eat, you’ll be hungry at night. It’s you suffering, not me."
Adrian put the buns on the bedside table and even tore one open, letting its aroma tempt Sienna.
"Adrian, I’m feeling a bit down today."
Adrian looked at her worriedly, "What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell physically?"
"Emotionally?"
"Did Curly upset you?"
"In this house, the only one who can anger Sienna so much is Curly. Adrian is compliant to her in all aspects except in bed."
"Seeing Farrell Harris and his father makes me feel bad."
"You found them a job; as long as they’re willing to work hard, they’ll have good days ahead."
"Poverty is truly frightening; it can wear down a person’s dreams, self-esteem, courage—everything."
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