Chapter 73 Unless She Contacts Him Directly
Waiting until evening, Donovan did not receive a call from Riley.
Suppressing his displeasure, Donovan went to the school to pick up Finley.
What was going on? It should be clear once she got to the school.
On the way to the school, most of the children had already left.
Donovan immediately spotted Finley standing in the corner.
Finley drooped her head, hands clutching the straps of her backpack, looking dispirited.
Seeing this, Donovan furrowed his brow slightly, approached, and patted Finley's head, "Why so glum? Is it because I arrived late? I’m sorry."
Before he could finish speaking, Finley hummed, pursed her lips, and walked straight past him.
Donovan's hand hung in the air, his voice abruptly stopped, and he helplessly turned to watch his daughter walk to the car.
Watching her climb into the car, he withdrew his gaze and scanned the remaining few kids.
There were no signs of the twins.
"CEO Wilder" The teacher saw him looking for someone, felt a pang of anxiety, and cautiously approached.
Donovan withdrew his gaze and looked expressionless at the person in front of him, "What happened to the twins? Did they drop out?"
At the words, the teacher guiltily lowered her head, "Not yet. I was planning to convey your message when they came to school, but this morning, Landon's mom called me, saying the two little ones weren't feeling well, and I didn't get a chance to say."
Donovan furrowed his brow, "Understood."
After speaking, without giving the teacher time to react, he turned and went back to the car directly
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In the car, Finley was holding her backpack, her head drooping on the backpack, lost in thought.
Seeing Donovan coming up, she didn't even lift her head, just shifted her bottom to the side, creating distance between them.
Donovan sat down beside her, instructed the driver to start driving, and then looked at Finley with concern, "Tell Daddy, what are you upset about this time?"
Upon hearing his voice, Finley forcefully turned her head to the other side, clearly showing a refusal to communicate.
Donovan understood; this time, he was the cause of this little one's unhappiness.
As for the reason, he could probably guess, but currently, he had no intention of resolving it.
Unless Riley contacted him personally.
Finley clearly wanted Donovan to bring it up, making occasional noises along the way to attract his attention.
Donovan acted as if he didn't notice.
On the way back home, Finley glared at him with red eyes, sulkily went back to her room, closed the door, and even locked it.
Downstairs, Auntie, seeing the father and daughter in conflict again, looked at Donovan with concern, "Mr. Wilder, what's going on with Finley..."
Donovan furrowed his brow, "Let her be; she'll calm down in a while."
Auntie could only give up.
But even until dinner, Finley didn't come down.
Auntie looked at Mr. Wilder, who was sitting at the dining table without moving his cutlery, sighed, and hurried upstairs to call Finley.
But when she reached the door, she knocked for a while, but no one came to open it.
"Finley, come down and eat something."
Before she could finish her sentence, there was a muffled sound from inside, as if something had been thrown to the ground.
Auntie felt uneasy and was about to go downstairs to call Mr. Wilder up when she turned around and saw Donovan standing behind her.
"Mr. Wilder, you know Finley's temperament. She's always reserved and doesn't talk. You need to be patient with her. How can things work out if she doesn't communicate properly when something happens? Finley is different from other children. Aren't you afraid her condition will worsen?" As Auntie spoke, her eyes were slightly red.
