The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 97: Little Summers Is Such a Flirt

Kindergarten.

Summers finished school, carrying her little backpack, and happily ran out of the school.

The little backpack was given by Uncle Christopher, saying it was from Ethan Grant, and Summers cherished it a lot.

She stopped in the waiting area, looked around, but couldn’t find the figure of her uncle.

Is Uncle getting off work late today?

"Little bastard." Stella Sinclair passed by Summers and deliberately bumped into her.

Summers couldn’t stand firm and fell to the ground, her backpack got dirty.

With eyes reddened from grievance, Summers angrily looked at Stella Sinclair, pounced on her and pushed her to the ground, raising her small fists in warning. "Stella Sinclair, don’t push me to hit you."

Stella Sinclair was startled by Summers and burst into tears.

The teacher hurriedly came up to intervene, seeing the Sinclair family’s young master being pushed down, she rushed over and pushed Summers away. "Why fight again."

Summers was extremely aggrieved. "She pushed me first."

The teacher was obviously biased. "Summers, you really lack manners and upbringing, why are you always hitting people at school!"

"Yes, no manners." Others followed suit, slandering Summers.

"Mom!" Stephen Sinclair saw a luxury car parked by the roadside and cried out for his mother.

Chelsea Grant came to pick up her son, and seeing him crying, she quickly walked over to question the teacher. "What happened?"

"It’s Summers... He hit someone again, after all, he’s a child from the slums, so uneducated." The teacher looked embarrassed, shifting the blame onto Summers.

Summers tightly gripped her backpack, lowered her head and remained silent.

This bad woman is formidable, she would cause trouble for mom and uncle.

"Again, you little bastard, I think you are just an animal raised without a father, hitting my son, who gave you the face?" Chelsea Grant already had a belly full of anger because of her younger brother Jayden Grant and her mother’s mistress position, she couldn’t lift her head in the circle anymore.

She stepped forward to grab Summers’ collar, raised her hand to hit him. "Today, I’ll teach you on behalf of that bitch mother of yours."

"Ah!" Chelsea Grant’s hand had yet to fall when she was kicked from behind.

Chelsea Grant nearly lost her balance, looking back in shock and disbelief.

The teachers and parents standing by were equally shocked, who is this...? Who dares directly kick the young lady of the Grant Family!?

"Michelle Lockwood? Are you crazy!" Chelsea Grant recognized the person behind her, shouting somewhat hysterically.

Michelle Lockwood looked disdainfully, digging her ears and staring down at her canvas shoes. "I should’ve worn stilettos today, kicking you to death."

Ignoring Chelsea Grant’s shock, Michelle Lockwood extended her hand to Summers. "Little handsome guy, I’ve come to pick you up."

Seeing Michelle Lockwood, Summers rushed over with reddened eyes. "Pretty sister."

"You! What’s your relationship?" Chelsea Grant was shocked, what relationship did Michelle Lockwood and Summers have?

"Haven’t you heard? A boyfriend needs to be raised from kindergarten, I’ll raise him for eighteen years to be my boyfriend." Michelle Lockwood said arrogantly, pointing at Stephen Sinclair. "Tell your daughter to stay away from our Summers, if she dares to provoke him again, I’ll break his neck!"

She then raised her hand, intimidating Stephen Sinclair.

Stephen Sinclair was frightened and cried, hiding behind Chelsea Grant. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Stephen looked like Chase Sinclair, fair and cute, apart from being spoiled, he was quite adorable.

But it was obvious he was a boy...

Michelle Lockwood calling him daughter was clearly insulting.

"Michelle Lockwood! Don’t go too far." Chelsea Grant clenched her fingers, she wasn’t afraid of the Lockwood Family, but Michelle Lockwood was a lunatic, her ex-husband’s whole family were lunatics, rumored to kill without blinking, she didn’t want to provoke them for now.

"Too far?" Michelle Lockwood laughed, ruffled Summers’ hair. "Next time she bullies you, beat her to death, cripple her, I’ll pay."

Chelsea Grant and several teachers were shocked, who dared to say that?

The aura was overwhelming.

Summers hugged Michelle Lockwood, glanced at Stephen Sinclair.

Stephen Sinclair hid behind Chelsea Grant, clearly terrified by Michelle Lockwood.

"He’s a little bastard, his mom’s a liar, a criminal, he inherited from his mom, he’s a thief!" Stephen Sinclair wiped his tears, bolstered by his mother’s presence, remained stubborn.

"My mom’s not a liar! You’re the liar." Summers was very angry.

"These words don’t come from a child, you taught him, right?" Michelle Lockwood gazed at Chelsea Grant.

Chelsea Grant frowned, didn’t speak.

"Little wimp, haven’t you heard your grandmother climbed up the ranks as a mistress, your mom is a love child? Know what mistress climbing up means? It means knowing someone has a family and shamelessly attaching themselves! Do you think your mom inherited your grandmother’s ways?" Michelle Lockwood didn’t care about any so-called high-society lady image, her voice was extremely loud.

The parents who came to pick up their children watched in shock at Michelle Lockwood and Chelsea Grant.

This was some heavenly battle.

Though it was known in Meridia that Chelsea Grant’s mom was a mistress, it was really a matter everyone knew yet avoided mentioning out of respect for the Grant Family.

Chelsea Grant was so angry her face turned black, her fingers were trembling. "Michelle Lockwood! Shut up."

"Afraid to hear? You bully our kid again, and I’ll hold a press conference, try me." Michelle Lockwood carried Summers and walked off, not even glancing at Chelsea Grant.

Being such a big person, yet hitting a child?

If she hadn’t deliberately sent Caden Summers away today and actively came to pick up Summers, she really wouldn’t know how shameless this woman could be.

"Michelle Lockwood!" Chelsea Grant was furious, wanting to step forward, but was stopped by the driver. "Miss... let’s leave quickly."

There were many people around, all filming, fearing it might end up on the hot search.

...

Sure enough, the news of Michelle Lockwood publicly calling Chelsea Grant’s mom a mistress hit the hot search!

This was undoubtedly a mortal blow for Melody Crowe.

The wealthy families all looked down on Melody Crowe and Chelsea Grant, this was like rubbing Arthur Grant’s face on the ground.

In the car, Summers cherished her little backpack, wiping it again and again.

"You really like this backpack?" Michelle Lockwood asked casually.

Summers obediently nodded. "It’s from dad..."

Feeling a bit lost for a moment, Summers spoke again. "He gave it to me."

Michelle Lockwood leaned over, teasing Summers. "Little handsome guy, give me a kiss."

Summers hesitated for a moment, held Michelle Lockwood’s face and gave a smooch. "I’ll be responsible for you."

Michelle Lockwood was amused, laughing until her stomach hurt. "You’re more on point than your uncle."

Summers looked confused. "Mom says no random kissing, kissing means responsibility, only adults can kiss, kissing means marriage."

Michelle Lockwood couldn’t help but laugh, how could this child be so adorable. "Then your mom must be very kind-hearted."

Caden Summers being so scatterbrained, how could his sister be like the rumors.

She’s been in this circle long enough to know that the gossip among the wealthy is completely unreliable.

"My mom is the best mom." Summers said happily, her eyes seemed to have stars in them.

Michelle Lockwood ruffled Summers’ hair. "If anyone bullies you in the future, hit back, we don’t provoke others but absolutely cannot tolerate bullying, I’m here."

Summers looked at Michelle Lockwood for a long time, held her cheeks and smacked another kiss.

Michelle Lockwood was momentarily stunned, oh no, she’s been teased by a five-year-old boy, what to do!