"Oh, it's okay, Liam," Noah said shyly and shrugged in such a mature way. In the real sense, the boy's world was such a pure place, and all that was needed was a sincere apology to make the terrible fight that just happened go away.Ronan watched both boys smile at each other, watched as they ran off to play. Truly, hate was taught not born with."Mr. Patterson…" Ronan turned to see the teacher standing beside him, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He hadn't heard when she came up behind him,"Is there a problem?" he asked, drawing his brows together,"Noah seems to be having fun," she said quietly. Over the years, a lot of rich people had brought their children to kindergarten and she knew just the appropriate words to strike their interest. Ronan Patterson wasn't an exception. She could see that the man was invested in his son. As long as she kept Noah as the subject, would they not have something to talk about? She was, after all, Noah's teacher, was she not?She smiled sweet
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