I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 424 Heartbreak

Alina’s voice trembled as she opened her mouth.

"Aunty... actually... I am in a relationship with Dante."

Aunt Lyla froze.

Her smile dropped. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again without a sound.

"...Alina... what are you saying?" Her voice shook, equal parts shock and fear. "He... he is the father of two children. You— you’re barely even experienced in dating and he—he might even have a wife... you... you..."

Alina panicked when she saw her aunt’s expression crumble.

"I know... I know he has children," she said quickly, her own voice trembling. "But he doesn’t have a wife. He’s... he’s a good man, Aunt. A very good man."

But Aunt Lyla still looked deeply unsettled, her hands clasped on her chest, her breath uneven.

"I know he’s good," she whispered, almost pleading. "He helped us... he helped your mother... without him Georgia wouldn’t even be here with us. I know that. But, Alina... this is too much. You’re still young. You’ve never even dated properly. And he already has two children... you’re taking on a lot, sweetheart. I’m scared for you."

Alina’s throat burned. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the tears.

Beside them, Sable and Lucien stood frozen—two small figures staring up at Aunt Lyla as if she had just shattered their world.

Sable moved first. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He tugged the hem of Lyla’s dress with his tiny hand, his lower lip trembling.

"...Aunty..." his voice broke as he looked up at her with those big, watery eyes, "my name is Sable..."

Aunt Lyla blinked, startled, her expression softening as she looked down at him.

Sable swallowed hard, his voice tiny and fragile.

"...I am two years old... I used to live alone... I had no mom... no dad... and Dad—Dante—took me in... he gave me a family and a big room and... and food... and warmth..."

His little voice collapsed as tears filled his eyes.

"Please don’t reject my dad..." he whispered heartbreakingly. "He will be sad... and he loves Mom so much... he really really loves her..."

Aunt Lyla brought a hand to her mouth, shocked and emotional.

Lucien, usually calm, stepped forward too. His little hands tightened into fists, and though his voice was soft, it carried more maturity than any child his age should have.

"I am Lucien... and I am my father’s brother’s son," Lucien said carefully, as if explaining something complicated. "My parents died when I was young. And Dante—my uncle—took me in like I was his own. He raised me. He taught me everything. He... never treated me differently."

His voice trembled, but he held Aunt Lyla’s gaze bravely.

"I may be small," he continued, "but I can understand some things, Aunty. Dad is not a bad person. He is very good, and he has a good heart. And he loves Teacher—Mom—very much. So... please try to understand."

Alina couldn’t hold it anymore.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Seeing her cry, seeing the babies speak for Dante, seeing her aunt torn and emotional, it all hit her at once. She covered her mouth as she cried softly, overwhelmed by everything.

Aunt Lyla looked between Alina, Sable, and Lucien with a face full of heartbreak.

The tiny trembling boy who begged her not to reject his father...The serious little child who spoke like an adult just to protect Dante’s place...And Alina,crying silently.

Aunt Lyla’s expression softened, cracked, and then broke entirely as tears welled in her own eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart..." she whispered, voice shaking as she finally stepped toward her niece, her face gentled by guilt and love.

"I’m sorry... dear," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around Alina, holding her tightly. "I was only worried for you. That’s all. I love you, Lina... I just didn’t want you to get hurt."

Alina nodded into her aunt’s shoulder, wiping her tears softly. "I know, Aunty... I know..."

But while the two embraced, Dante stood a little behind them, frighteningly silent and expressionless.

His green eyes lowered just a fraction, and though his face remained calm, something dark rippled quietly through him like shadows shifting beneath still water. His jaw flexed once, sharp and tight, as if he was holding back everything he usually unleashed without hesitation.

After breaking the hug with Alina, Aunt Lyla finally turned toward him.

"Sorry... dear," she said, her voice gentler now, even nervous. "I know I sounded harsh. I judged too quickly. But I was just worried about Lina. I didn’t mean to offend you."

Dante’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, and he gave a single cold nod.

"I understand," he said quietly. Too quietly. So quiet that even Georgia’s shoulders tensed.

If it had been anyone else in the entire world speaking to him like that... questioning him... implying he wasn’t good enough for the woman he loves—the walls of the Nightshade Court would already be painted with shadows.

But this was Alina’s aunt.

And the only reason he stood there, hands at his sides, shadows tightly chained, was because of Alina.

Georgia watched him with wide eyes, genuinely startled. She had never seen Dante look like this...so controlled, so restrained, so human in his frustration.

She thought softly, Wow... Alina really changed you.

And it wasn’t a joke.

Dante, who had once ruled with intimidation, who could make the strongest demons kneel with a single glare... was now biting back his wounded pride because he didn’t want to upset Alina. Because he didn’t want to hurt someone she loved.

He glanced at Alina again.

Her eyes were still red, her face soft... And that was enough to pull him back from the edge.

His shoulders loosened just a little. Only for Alina and his babies.

Georgia noticed everything, and a tiny smile crossed her face... Alina’s influence on him was frighteningly powerful and painfully beautiful.

Georgia, meanwhile, scooped both babies into her arms with dramatic affection, kissing their cheeks loudly.

"Oh, come here, my sweet little dumplings!" she cooed, and Sable giggled shyly while Lucien stiffened like a dignified prince being smothered.

Alina smiled softly. "Aunt... Dante will stay here for a few days, and the babies will stay with me for the whole holiday."

Aunt Lyla nodded, her expression gentler now, but her gaze drifted toward Dante like she still had a knot in her chest she needed to untangle.

Then she took a small breath.

"Can I speak with you alone for a moment?" she asked Dante, her tone polite but firm.