Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 724: Don’t like it anymore.

Erin Ginger ignored it, wiped the small stool where George Stephens had sat with a tissue, and picked up the paintbrush again to continue the unfinished painting from earlier.

George Stephens changed his clothes.

He wasn’t wrong; the pant legs were indeed a bit short.

He walked over, placed the dirty clothes under his butt, sat next to Erin Ginger, and rested his chin in his hand watching him paint.

After a while, he asked, "Is painting really that fun?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Erin Ginger kept his eyes on the canvas, responding, "It’s okay."

"Just okay?" George Stephens furrowed his brows, "If it’s just okay, why do you come out to paint every day?"

Erin Ginger glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze without speaking.

"I’m talking to you."

George Stephens was dissatisfied.

"Because painting is hard. It’s the only thing you can’t learn in one go," Erin Ginger replied.

George Stephens pursed his lips, "Such big words."

But he couldn’t help thinking sourly that Erin Ginger’s paintings were indeed better than his.

Hmm.

George Stephens hid in this small courtyard, snacking while watching Erin Ginger paint, and before they knew it, the morning had passed.

When Daisy Ginger came out to find Erin Ginger, she saw the young master of the entire Stephens family, who had been desperately searched for, dozing off beside Erin Ginger.

This guy! Does he know how many people are looking for him outside!

Daisy Ginger was furious, walked up, grabbed George Stephens by the ear, and lifted him off the ground.

"Running off again!" Daisy Ginger scolded him, "Do you know your teacher is almost in tears?!"

"You! Let me go!" George Stephens tried to rescue his poor little ear from Daisy Ginger’s grip, "Why are you so fierce, woman? You always bully me!"

Daisy Ginger couldn’t help but laugh in anger at his reverse accusation, "You still have the nerve to talk! Go apologize to your teacher and go to class properly!"

How come after all this time, this kid is still skipping classes all day?

George Stephens pursed his lips and turned his head to the side.

Daisy Ginger turned his face back, somewhat speechless.

"Do you dislike studying that much?"

"He hasn’t been attending classes either, has he?"

Daisy Ginger explained, "Erin is going to school every day now; I just took him out recently and asked for leave for him."

"Hmm." George Stephens pouted, his delicate face full of defiance.

Daisy Ginger picked out a few pieces of dried grass from his messy hair, sighing, "What’s with your hair... and why are you wearing Erin’s clothes?" Glancing again at the chicken bones on the ground, Daisy Ginger was speechless once more.

"Did you come here for a spring outing?"

"Hmm."

Daisy Ginger sighed helplessly, looking at his dirty little face, and pulled his hand, "Alright, go take a shower, and I’ll contact your tutor again. Erin, you mustn’t cover for him in the future, understood?"

Erin Ginger responded, "I understand, mommy."

George Stephens stuck his tongue out at Erin Ginger.

Erin Ginger ignored him and started packing the painting supplies.

The news about George Stephens getting into trouble with Daisy Ginger quickly reached Charlotte Smith.

Charlotte Smith had also been looking for George Stephens all morning and immediately drove over to pick him up upon hearing the news.

But George Stephens refused to see her no matter what.

He hid upstairs, refusing to come down.

Even Daisy Ginger could sense that there was something amiss between this mother and son.

She watched the child huddling below the window, hugging his knees, and touched his slightly damp hair, asking, "Don’t want to see your mom?"

George Stephens lowered his head, resting his chin on his knees, his bangs covering his eyes.

He said quietly, "Don’t like her anymore."