Consumed by these thoughts, I arrived at the Harrington Villa. The atmosphere was lively and joyful, with everyone in high spirits.
Meanwhile, Ethan and Bella sat among the crowd, chatting and laughing like a perfect couple.
The Harrington family adored Bella, seeing her as the ideal Mrs. Harrington. In their eyes, I was merely a babysitter for Gavin, deemed cowardly and deceitful. Even the younger Harringtons felt entitled to scold me openly.
I walked in, my face, a mask of emotionless resolve.
When I arrived at the lobby, I overheard Ethan's mother, Sophia, praising him. "Son, I heard that Gavin has a chance to be admitted to Stanford this year. This is all thanks to your excellent guidance. Gavin's lucky to have a father like you."
I stopped in my tracks, racing an eyebrow when I heard my husband's voice this time. "Gavin is my son, so he has to be exceptional," Ethan responded calmly.
"Gavin is indeed exceptional! Not only does he excel academically, but he also has a good character. He's sensible and polite. Everyone likes him," Bella chimed in, her voice warm and approving.