One Meet By Chance Chapter 437 Brain Was Jealous

However, just now, his mother looked at Bruce dotingly, reached out her hand to touch his head, and
lowered her head to kiss him gently on his forehead. As expected, his mother loved Bruce more. She
must think that he was usually naughty, and that must be why she loved Bruce more.

"Then why don't you go there?"

Brain shook his head. His mother had given birth to two children. Didn't she know that herself? There
was only Bruce by her side, but she couldn't remember that she still had another son. She must not like
him and must think he was dispensable. It must be like this.

"Why don't you go there? Let's go. Grandpa Albert will take you there."

Albert held Brain's hand and wanted to go to the back garden with him, but Brain shook his head
repeatedly.

"Grandpa Albert, I... I don't want to go. I want to go back to my room."

"Hey, Brain?"

Harris and Albert looked at each other, wondering what was going on with the child. How could he
behave like this? Wasn't he always a troublemaker? What happened?

"Did Brain do something wrong and Teresa let him stand here as a punishment?"

Harris turned his head to look at Albert. Albert shook his head and disapproved. His Abby was not that
kind of girl. The two children must be the same important for her.

"What's the point of guessing here? Just ask Abby."



Albert rolled his eyes at Harris and strode towards the back garden. Of course, Harris was unwilling to
fall behind. He quickly took two steps forward and walked to the back garden. When Harris was about
to scold Teresa, Bruce had already found the two of them with his sharp eyes.

"Grandpa Harris, Grandpa Albert."

"Bruce is the best. What are you doing with mommy?"

When facing the two children, Harris's and Albert's expression even softened. Teresa put down her
pen. It was so boring to stay at home. She thought that she could continue to create at home even if
she didn't go to work in the company. Anyway, she didn't want to put down her pen when it came to
jewelry.

"Dad, father, you two are back!"

"Yes, we are here to..."

"Oh, Bruce, is this Grandpa Harris?"

Albert wanted to ask if Teresa had punished Brain, but before Albert could finish his words, he was
interrupted by Harris's words. His face suddenly darkened. As a result, he heard that Bruce was
painting and the person he was drawing was Harris. Bruce didn't draw him! Was Grandpa Harris really
more amiable than Grandpa Albert?

"Yes, yes. Grandpa Harris, look, this is you, and the one next to you is Grandpa Albert. That's all I have
drawn now. I'll show you when I'm done."

Hearing this, Albert thought, 'Well, my baby grandson also drew me in his painting!' He hurriedly turned
his head to have a look. As expected, there were two outlines drawn on the drawing board, that
drawing board which was bigger than Bruce's body. Albert couldn't help but point at one of them.



"Bruce, is this me?"

"Yes, it's Grandpa Albert's."

"Okay, okay. Bruce, go on with your drawing. We are just sitting at the back. We won't disturb you."

Harris sat on the edge of the parterre, his face full of joy. It was true that when people were old, they
would become forgetful. Albert also forget. They two right now had completely forgotten why they were
going here. Albert directly sat next to Harris. In fact, the idea of the two of them was very simple. They
wanted to see with their own eyes how their grandson painted them.

Teresa smiled and continued to focus on her painting. She wondered why Brain slept so late today.
Why wasn't he up yet? Teresa couldn't help thinking in her heart that Brain was like a little lazy cat.

But what Teresa didn't know was that there was a small figure standing on the balcony of a room on the
second floor of the villa. His tears fell down, but his eyes were fixed on the four people in the back
garden.

'In fact, Grandpa Albert and Grandpa Harris preferred Bruce, right?' Just now, Grandpa Harris and
Grandpa Albert were so happy because of Bruce. They must like Bruce more than him. As for his
father, he always knew that his father liked Bruce more than him. There were some things he would tell
Bruce seriously, but he would not tell him. When he was with his father, his father always coaxed him
and didn't talk to him seriously.

He had also grown up, okay? Not only Bruce could understand what they were talking about. In fact, he
also understood. But, why? Why did they all prefer Bruce more? He hated Bruce. He decided to hate
Bruce. Bruce took away his mother's love for him, and Bruce took away the love of his Grandpa Harris,
Grandpa Albert and his father for him. He hated him.



Brain cried sadly.

"Mr. Brain, Mr. Brain, are you OK? What's going on?"

The servant who was responsible for taking care of Brain was a young girl in her twenties. As soon as
she pushed the door open from the outside, she saw Brain suddenly run back to his room in tears. She
also hurriedly chased after him. Brain was usually very obedient. What happened? Should she tell Mr.
Enrique and Mrs. Teresa that Mr. Brain had cried? ...

She frowned and thought, 'No, I can't tell them. If I tell them, Sarah will laugh at me.' Sarah was the
servant who was responsible for taking care of Bruce. She didn't want Sarah to laugh at her that she
couldn't even take good care of a child. If Mr. Enrique knew it, he would deduct her salary.

At noon, Teresa and the others went back to the restaurant for lunch, but they didn't see Brain. Teresa
frowned and wondered if Brain was uncomfortable? Teresa went upstairs directly, followed by Bruce.
He hadn't seen Brain for a long time today. He missed him so much. If he was there, he would draw
faster.

"Knock, knock, Brain. Are you still sleeping? Mommy is coming in."

There was no sound in the room. Teresa frowned and asked a servant to open the door, only to find
that the door was locked from inside. On the other side, Bruce frowned. It seemed that he did the same
thing when Brain was angry with their father. 'Did he cry inside again? But why? Why he cried this
time?'

"When did Brain get up?"

Bruce raised his head and asked the servant beside him. The young maid really wanted to cry right
now. Mr. Enrique asked her to take care of Mr. Brain. If anything happened to Mr. Brain, she would be
in big trouble. After all, she was only a maid who worked here for a living.



"Mr. Bruce, Mr. Brain has got up at half past eight in the morning. But not long ago, he was on the
balcony. And then when I walked towards here, he suddenly cried and ran back to his room."


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