Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

When the three brothers heard about their elder brother's "glorious" deeds in school, they lowered their heads and hid their laughter, afraid that their father would scold them if they laughed.
No matter how naughty the four children were since they were young, Edward had never raised his hand to hit the children's faces, nor even their butts. This was all thanks to the free-range rule set by Rose.
She told Edward not to suppress the child's loose nature. Given the current situation of Harper, it was overdone.
He lost Edward's face. Edward almost lost his life.
Edward adjusted his emotions and continued to talk about his son. "There were two more times when he didn't see the questions clearly and misinterpreted the answers. He has only sat down and listened to Arillion lessons three times since school started.
The rest of the time, he was sleeping. When he was in math class, he peed heavily. He had to go to the toilet five times for one class. During chemistry class, he broke 15 test tubes." Everyone was speechless. Who could help to persuade about these wrongdoings? Keeping their mouth shut was the best help.
Rose and Juana were like students listening to a lecture. They sat upright on the sofa with their backs straight. They also realized their mistake. Harper could have such good "results" today because of the contributions of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. At the very least, they could be given a assisting award.
Richard shook his head helplessly when he saw this. It was as if he did not hear his son lecturing his grandson. Bored, he flipped open today's newspaper and read it. He quietly became a tool. In his heart, he agreed with his son's discipline of his grandson.
Previously, it was not that Richard did not have any opinions about Juana regarding the pampering of his grandchildren by his wife and daughter-in-law. It was just that the chances of having a say in the family were minimal. After failing a few times, he stopped speaking.
It was not until his grandson was last in the exam that Juana secretly asked Richard if he wanted to discipline his grandson.
Richard calmly said, "I've already said this question. If you had listened to me, Harper wouldn't always have been in last place." Seeing that Harper lowered his head silently, Edward changed the feather duster's head and hit his son's hand with the end of the stick. Rose remembered to tell her husband that a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. As soon as Harper's butt separated from the sofa, her mother-in-law pressed it back down. Juana shook her head silently and told her daughter-in-law not to go, or all her previous efforts would be in vain.
Rose sat down again and stared at the feather duster in Edward's hand.
Juana was also worried, but her mind was filled with what Richard had said to her: This feather duster was used by Sherri back then. After that, it had been used to dust off dust. This could be considered to be fully utilized.
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After being hit, Harper rubbed the back of his hand in pain. He pursed his lips without making a sound. Edward asked with a dark expression, "Tell me, how did your problem arise?" Harper encapsulated his achievements in his mind and made a simple conclusion. "A mistake." Everyone was speechless. "You might as well not explain." They thought.
Upon hearing this, Edward almost couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes and helped to analyze them one by one. "Alright, I'll pick a few questions and help you analyze them together. I thought you copied the questions too quickly, so is Arillion Classes more effective than sleeping pills? Why did you sleep the moment class started?" Harper answered truthfully, "Teacher's level of Arillion is too good. I can't understand a word. It's like listening to a sealed book." Why didn't he sleep? Should he stare at the teacher for 45 minutes? Wasn't he cross- eyed? He thought to himself but didn't dare to say it out loud. After all, his father was holding a weapon in his hand. He didn't want to go to the toilet like Cyril and need someone to help him hold his pants.
Rose thought that is there a possibility that it was not that the teacher's level was too high, but that his son didn't know the words? The couple had a tacit understanding. Edward analyzed, "It's not that the teacher's standard is too high. It's just that you don't know many words in a book." Harper did not refute. Her father was telling the truth. Indeed. He did not knew any words.
"Second question. What's with going to the bathroom as soon as you start math class? Can't your bladder store enough urine?" The other three children laughed and realized that they had lost their composure. They immediately stood up straight. Edward glanced at the other three sons. "You don't have to laugh either. Your brother will be a model today. In the future, if you have today's situation, the feather duster in my hands will serve you. Do you hear me?" The three children answered in unison and nodded. "Daddy, I heard you." Edward looked away from the three children and turned to Harper. "Tell me. Can't you find the words or can't you organize them?" Harper stood up straight and cleared his throat. "I drank too much water." Everyone was speechless.
"Alright, I'll take it that you drank too much water. Then from tomorrow onwards, if you have to go to the toilet in your math class, carry the blanket to the toilet to sleep. When you change your hobby, go back to your room to sleep." Harper didn't know what to say. So ruthless.
Just as everyone felt that he was ruthless, Richard silently gave his son a thumbs up in his heart and praised his son for being awesome.
On the way back, Edward had thought of many ways to discipline his son. He had to cut off his escape route or he would not be able to correct it. "Third question, do you have Parkinson's disease? You drop the test tube whenever you held it. Or do you have a grudge against test tubes?" Harper thought for a moment and replied, "The test tube is too slippery." "Is your test tube the only one in the class that's slippery?" "Not really. I mainly put on some hand cream." Edward turned to Rose and said, "Rose, put away your hand cream." Rose hurriedly nodded. She was wondering why her hand cream was used so quickly and was always squeezed until it deformed. So that was the problem. "From tomorrow onwards, if you break a test tube during the experimental class, you will clean the laboratory classroom from that on. I told Ella that if you like to clean, you can break the test tube as you like." At this moment, Harper wanted to die. His father might as well beat him up like his uncle. After analyzing the problem, Edward felt that the children should have understood some of it. He continued, "None of you need to think about which one of you can help take over the company. I'll say this today. None of you can escape. Those with good results will be in management. Those with bad results will have to go to Landor Group to clean the toilet." Originally, Harper wanted to say that if he went to work at the company, the company would close down. In the end, his father directly talked about cleaning the toilet. He could not say that the toilet was gone and all the roads were blocked.
The thoughts were stuck in Harper's throat and he swallowed them back into his
stomach.
Edward stared at his gloomy son and said coldly, "You don't have to think that
you can let it go this year just because you can repeat the grade next year. If you can't get in next year, you have to continue the next year. When you get into university, you can end the repeat. If you like the college entrance examination process, I'll accompany you. the Landor family can still afford the high school tuition fees. You can even study for the rest of your life, as long as you don't mind losing face." Harper thought, "You don't have to do this. You cut off my backup plans." He thought that his father would give up on him if he could not get in next year. He shouted in his heart that it was over.
In the end, Edward set the rules for their family. They also set a self-discipline form for their studies. They set the final results for all the children and Harper for this year's SAT results to be 1200. If they could not get this score, they would continue to be grounded and take supplementary classes.
This was the first time Rose had seen Edward so angry. She was also a little frightened. She took out her phone and secretly took a photo of Edward scolding his child. She sent it to Fairy Fortress's group chat with a postscript. [Richard has shown his might after the parent-teacher meeting. I can't protect Harper at all.] Ava also posted a photo of Frank lecturing Cyril in the group chat. The scene was exactly the same. She texted, [The same. I can't protect him.] At that moment, in Roberts' Villa, where the same plot was being played out.
The scene was very familiar. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts were sitting on the sofa with Ava and Nona. Frank and Cyril were standing in the middle of the living room. Today, Frank was not holding ruler. After looking at his son for a few minutes, he pulled a stool and sat down. He leaned lazily against the back of the chair and crossed his legs. He asked with a faint smile, "Do you like to be a carpenter?" Cyril knew why his father asked that. He quickly shook his head. "I don't like it." "Then why do you tear down three chairs in one semester? Or do you prefer to stand and listen to class, or do you have hemorrhoids?" The people on the sofa only listened. When Frank returned from the parent-teacher meeting, his expression was not good. He did not say a word during the meal. The few of them guessed that Cyril's performance in school must be very bad. Otherwise, Frank would not be so angry.
He had always been hiding his emotions. It was obvious that he was very angry.
Actually, Frank had deliberately revealed his emotions because he was afraid that a few cheaters would protect this brat again.
Once someone protected this brat, he would not correct his mistake and would have a wishful thinking.
Cyril's voice was not loud. He even glanced in the direction of his grandmother
and mother. "Actually, I wanted to fix it at first, but I didn't manage to in the end." He saw his son's actions. He was looking for help. Frank sneered. "Oh, so I have to reward you for protecting the school's public property? Is that what you mean?" Cyril rejected him guiltily and waved his hand, afraid that his father would really reward him. If he knew the truth in the future, he would start to pick with him again. "There's no need for that. It's just a matter of convenience. I won't fix it in the future." In fact, he was just dismantling it out of boredom. He had competed with another classmate to assemble it back, but he had overestimated himself. Dismantling a stool was not like dismantling Lego. After dismantling it, he could not assemble it back intact.
It was mainly because the quality of the school's stool was too bad. It could be broken with a little force. If it was broken, there was no way to assemble it.
Frank threatened in all seriousness. His tone was filled with consideration for his son's preferences. "I thought you liked carpenters. I even helped you contact a construction site this afternoon. It wasn't easy for me to persuade them to accept child labor. Do you want to go?" After the last conversation, Ava had already understood Frank's tricks. He definitely had not contacted it before. He was just scaring Cyril, hoping that Cyril would get better.
"I'm not going." Frank said, "Then should I reject him? I even gave him a gift."
Cyril was speechless. He suspected that his father wanted to torture him to death, and the evidence was very strong.
"Alright, if you don't want to go, I'll tell them. If you want to be a carpenter next
time, I'll help you contact them. The Roberts family still has the money to nurture
your skills. Boys should have their own skills. The job of a carpenter is quite good." Grace looked at her grandson's expression and then at her son's expression. She could not help but turn around and smile. She felt that this method was quite good.
Frank said, "What about being an electrician? If you like it, I'll help you contact
them. If you have a good ambition, do you want to develop a customization for the entire house?" Without waiting for Cyril to shake his head, Frank continued, "Don't you want to? Then why are you repairing the stool and pulling out the
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These words reminded Nona of the several blackouts in the school last month.
The Chinese class had bee changed to a Ifstudy\ Gas: Hepaiiaé there was no power source 1 and the screen couldn't be used, the PPT made by the teacher could not be turned on. They had been self-studyed several times. It turned out that it was done by her brother. Please read the original content at english.net.
Cyril was frightened by his father's direct gaze. He thought for a while and
replied, "I just wanted to help check the school's computer. Maybe I wasn't good enough to check it." "Well, did you not made it or just hack the computer?" Cyril searched for a suitable sentence in his mind. He scratched his head and touched his cheek. "It's mainly because I failed to find a loophole. I won't help check it in the future. Let the school administrator do it." Frank was not angry at all. There was still a thought-provoking smile on his lips, as if there was a knife hidden in his smile. He leisurely took the glass of water handed over by Ava and thanked
her. He picked up the glass and took a sip. Ava sat back on the sofa.
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Cyril was speechless.
William, who had been warned by Grace, sat quietly and thought to himself,
Frank was planning to save Cyril with a threat and reward system. Seeing that his son was starting to be sullen again, Frank ignored him. "Lastly,
can ask when you started to have a weird fetish?" "What?" Cyril was confused.
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"Why did you place an orange under your classmate's butt and make her sit on it?" Regarding this, Cyril was
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full of confidence. He looked up and met his father's gaze. "Dad, I think we can talk about this alone." Frank was silent for a few seconds. He stood up and held the cup in one hand. He
raised his chin and gestured for his son to go upstairs. Cyril followed closely behind. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
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In the room, Frank leaned against the
door with his arms crossed. "Speak.
There's no need to prepare the
prelude." Cyril looked like he waiting for praising. "Because that person stuffed a love letter into my sister's
desk, that's why I put the orange in." Upon hearing this, Frank's face m instantly turned cold. He knew that Nona's excellence would definitely attract many admirers, so he had
always arranged for his son and daughter to be in the same class. "Let's change your method in the future." Cyril said, "Well. Are there other good ways?" Frank put his arm around his son's shoulder, lowered his voice, and said with a smile, "In
the future, if anyone writes a love letter to Nona to disturb Nona, you turn to like him." "Well... No, Dad, I can't mess myself up because of my sister." The back of his head was hit
by Frank. "Have some brains. They can use oranges to make a complaint. If you pretend to like him, he can only show evidence that you
like him. Do things with some brains."
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Cyril was suddenly enlightened. This method was indeed better than putting
oranges. Moreover, it was a pretense. Just as hg pasth iaig f N': happily Frenk 819) That's one thing.
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mistakes." Please read the original content at english.net. With that, Frank strode downstairs, leaving his messy son behind.
Cyril was speechless. There was no need to calculate it so clearly.