Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 606: We don’t need to compare ourselves with him.

Chapter 606: We don’t need to compare ourselves with him.

The news that she was brought back to the Stephens family by Robert Stephens quickly reached Lady Stephens.

Lady Stephens was still in the hospital and personally called to ask her.

"Daisy, are you at the Stephens’ now?"

Daisy Ginger responded, watching the servants bustle in and out of the house, cleaning.

This should be an empty villa, uninhabited for a long time, carrying a cool scent in the air, devoid of any human warmth.

"Brother Stephens brought us over," Daisy replied to her.

"Where are you staying now?" Lady Stephens asked.

Daisy described the appearance of the villa to her. Lady Stephens seemed to understand, exhaling lightly before saying to Daisy, "Daisy, I’ll talk to Robert later, let you move to my place. There are plenty of vacant rooms there, you and Erin staying there would be no problem at all."

Daisy refused, "No need, Auntie. I’m not used to sharing living space with others. This house is quite good; no trouble is needed."

Lady Stephens, after being refused, fell silent for a while, then gently said, "...Okay, if you need anything, contact me, I’ll have someone send it over."

Daisy agreed with a nod and hung up the phone.

Erin Ginger had already been woken up by the noise, now sitting dazedly on the sofa, staring blankly, looking a bit silly.

Daisy walked over, gently brushed his little head, squatted down to look at him, and softly asked, "How about mommy carries you upstairs to rest for a bit?"

Erin did not speak, just extended his arms to hug her neck, snuggling into her embrace.

This was a sign of agreement.

The children’s room upstairs was already prepared, and Daisy placed the child on the bed, watching him obediently close his eyes.

Bending down to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead, she slowly stood up and left the room.

As she came downstairs, she saw a slender, blonde woman with framed glasses standing at the door. Daisy frowned, and someone immediately stepped forward to introduce her: "This is Miss Vivian, the home tutor Mr. Stephens hired for young master Erin."

Daisy lifted her gaze to look at the woman, who approached and naturally smiled at her with a fluent London accent: "Hello, Miss Ginger, I’m Vivian. Starting today, I’ll be the home tutor for the young master."

Daisy looked at her and said flatly, "My son doesn’t need tutoring, and he’s not even at school age yet. Please tell Mr. Stephens not to bother next time."

The blonde woman adjusted her glasses, not leaving, and said to Daisy, "The young master returned to the Stephens, naturally things can’t be like before, doing whatever he wishes. The Stephens have their rules. Erin is already three, the prime age for learning, otherwise, being raised here, if his studies don’t keep up, it’s the child who’ll suffer later."

Since she had chosen to bring Erin back to the Stephens, Daisy naturally hoped Erin could fit in with the customs here in the future.

She believed in a happy education; Erin would learn whatever he wanted, and when the time came, she would let him go to kindergarten to learn social skills.

She asked in a deep voice, "What do you teach?"

"Etiquette and four languages: English, French, German, and Chinese." Vivian pushed her glasses again, "Cultural courses will be taught by other tutors personally coming over, you don’t need to worry."

"Erin is still napping right now," Daisy said, "come back later."

Vivian frowned, glancing at the time, "It’s already two-thirty, young master Erin should wake up and start learning. Miss Ginger, please wake the child up, I’ll take him to class."

They had only been in the United States for two days, and after all the hustle, although she recovered her energy quickly as an adult, Erin was just a three-and-a-half-year-old child, he’d been drowsy and easily tired these days. Daisy would never wake him from his rest for a lesson on four languages.

Daisy blocked her way, "Come back tomorrow."

Vivian looked at her, not too politely, "Pardon my directness, Miss Ginger, but pampering Master Erin like this is harming him! There’s so much he needs to learn, every second he wastes now he’ll regret in the future!"

Daisy was in no mood for her lectures. She coldly said, "Get out!"

Daring to disturb her son’s rest, there was no way she’d let her in.

Vivian had never met a parent as ungrateful as Daisy. She was a world-famous child education expert and a direct tutor for the Stephens, other side branches didn’t even have the qualifications to have her personally teach, yet here she was unwanted.

"Miss Ginger!" Vivian’s voice grew stern, "As a mother, do you not wish for your child to succeed? Not just anyone in the world can easily receive an education from the Stephens!"

Although Edward and Robert Stephens seemed indeed quite impressive, Daisy wasn’t interested in her son becoming another Edward or Robert Stephens. Erin now liked painting, and it’s fine if he becomes an artist in the future. Even if he doesn’t succeed, the money he would earn now is more than most people would earn in a lifetime.

Daisy crossed her arms, lifting her chin at her, overwhelmingly haughty.

"Get out, you’re disturbing my son’s rest."

The two of them started arguing, and the servants inside were at a loss.

After all, they weren’t familiar with Daisy, unaware of her temper, afraid that saying a word too much would upset the new mistress.

Daisy noticed that Vivian not only wouldn’t leave but her voice was getting louder, worried that she’d wake Erin, who had just fallen asleep. She was about to pick up the phone to call Charlotte Smith to have this nuisance dismissed when a small voice behind her said, "Mommy."

Turning around, Daisy saw Erin rubbing his eyes, standing sleepy-eyed by the stairwell, clearly disturbed.

Coldly staring at Vivian, Daisy went upstairs to pick up the child, her tone indifferent, "If you don’t leave, I’ll find someone to dismiss you."

Vivian was quite resilient, she said to Daisy, "Miss Ginger, pardon my directness, I understand your feeling of doting on the young master, but young master Erin is the same age as George. George has already finished all the junior and senior high courses and can fluently use the four languages. Do you want young master Erin to fall behind from the starting line?"

Daisy rolled her eyes at her, simply carrying Erin away. In her arms, Erin called softly, "Mommy."

Daisy lowered her head, looking at her son’s face.

Erin’s dark eyes gazed at her, Daisy understood what he meant.

She frowned slightly, "You want to go to class?"

Erin nodded.

Daisy said, "We don’t need to compare with him. Mommy hopes you do whatever you want, even if you just become an ordinary person in the future, that’s okay."

Erin said, "I want to go to class, Mommy."