Cry , Even better if you , beg

"Oh my goddess! Leyla! what are you doing up there!"

A high-pitched screech from below the tree nearly made Leyla drop her half-bitten apple.

She snatched the fruit before it fell. Mrs. Mona appeared in her sight as she lowered her gaze. She was glaring at Leyla with her arms firmly crossed.

"Hello, Mrs. Mona. Isn't the weather really nice today?".

After a simple greeting, Leyla hurriedly stuffed the apples and books into her bag. Mrs. Mona's brow knitted as she watched Leyla fluidly glide down the tree trunk. At the same time, Bill Remmer returned to the cottage.

"It's all because of you, Mr. Remmer!"

Mrs. Mona growled at Bill Remmer moments after he ditched his cart.

"I warned you to raise her like a modest lady! I've advised you many times, with my experience of raising three daughters, and yet you consistently ignore what I say! Take a look at her now!? A grown lady and a teacher who's supposed to educate children, climbed a tree like that!"

"Is there a rule that school teachers can't climb trees? A good teacher should be capable of doing everything!"

Bewildered by the matter, Bill raised his voice and was ready to debate her. Ever since Leyla's stay in Arvis, the pair's parenting styles had never been in agreement.

Leyla wanted to say that she was now a grownup, instead, she wittily approached her uncle.