The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 186: A Narrow Encounter Between Foes

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: A Narrow Encounter Between Foes

"You’re usually busy with the film crew and can’t stay long at the old house. This time, let your Aunt Erin take you out for a stroll. If you want to eat or buy anything, just tell Erin."

Yolanda Sawyer finished speaking and gave Erin Hayes a glance.

Erin had been by Yolanda’s side for many years, and their understanding was such that a single look was enough for them.

Erin immediately stood up from the nearby sofa. Her hair had a few strands of gray, but it didn’t affect her demeanor. Her cheongsam revealed an elegant aura as she walked gracefully.

"Maya, I’ll take you out to see around." Her face wore a smile, making her feel approachable.

Maya Monroe obviously saw that Yolanda was trying to get her out of the way, but she was quite bored here, so she was happy to go out.

She stood up and said to Yolanda, "Grandma, I’ll be going out then."

Yolanda nodded kindly.

Maya looked at Ian Rowe again and only left with Erin when she saw no reaction from him.

Erin didn’t walk ahead of Maya; she intimately linked arms with Maya, "I remember you spent quite a bit of time in the garden last time, so we’ll walk along that path this time."

"It’s a bit tiring to walk around here, so I’ll take you to a few interesting places later. I know you young people like new and fun things."

Erin glanced at Maya, noticing her slightly lowered eyes and the shadow cast by her long, curled lashes on her eyelids.

She always seemed tired and listless, never really energetic about anything. Erin was excellent at reading people, and she suspected that a person like Maya probably didn’t like long walks.

In that case, taking her to places she liked might actually pique her interest more.

Maya felt the touch on her arm and instinctively resisted, but upon seeing Erin’s gentle smile, she suppressed that feeling.

By a twist of fate, just as Erin led Maya into the garden, they saw Quentin Rowe not far away, walking with Woody Moss.

Quentin was holding Woody’s hand, her face less proud and graceful than before.

In front of her child, she appeared gentler.

But Woody was pouting unhappily, his fair white face slightly flushed. He was wearing a polka dot shirt and denim overalls, his round little legs stretching forward with effort.

He kicked a pebble, "I want to find butterflies..."

Quentin frowned at his words, "Find butterflies? What butterflies? Just because you see other kids being silly doesn’t mean you should follow. How many times have I told you, you’re different from them. You’re going to inherit my legacy."

"Do you remember the music theory I taught you yesterday?"

Quentin handed a Rubik’s cube to Woody, "You like playing with Rubik’s cubes, right? Here you go. Stop thinking about catching those butterflies, looking dirty will make no one like you. Haven’t I told you enough times you should try to make people here like you, especially..."

Quentin’s voice paused as she noticed the Rubik’s cube rolling away into the distance.

"Woody! Is this how spoiled you are all the time?!"

Mindful of her status, Quentin wouldn’t show any facial expression when angry. Her dark eyes inherited from the Rowe Family looked even more intimidating when her face turned cold.

Woody’s chubby hand hovered in the air. When he turned his head and saw Quentin’s expression, he froze for a few seconds then burst into tears, as if tears were free flowing like a river.

"You’re bullying me! You’re bullying me!! I don’t want mommy, I don’t want mommy! Wah, wah, wah, I want to go home..."

Quentin let go of his hand, watching Woody’s tantrum coldly.

A servant passing by seemed to want to console Woody.

But Quentin stopped them coldly, "Let him cry! I keep telling him, but he never listens. Always thinking about catching butterflies and grabbing ants! Can you see any sign of him achieving anything?!"

Woody, hearing this, cried even more pitifully, hiccupping with sobs, "I want to find grandma... find grandma..."

Maya paused in her steps, almost instantly wanting to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly encountering Quentin, Maya didn’t want to argue with her. It would just be a waste of breath.

Erin had already walked over; she crouched down to look at the pitifully crying Woody, her heart aching. She took out a handkerchief and wiped Woody’s tears, "What’s the matter? Look how pitiful you are, are pearls free this year?"

Quentin saw others approaching, and then noticed Maya standing not far away, someone she never got along with.

Her face instantly fell, and her gaze towards Woody grew angrier; she’d lost face again in front of Maya and could only blame Woody for not being promising.

Quentin looked down at Erin, "Don’t mind him. He’s just always thinking of playing, no motivation at all."

Erin couldn’t help but smile, "Tiana is only how old this year, four or five-year-old kids don’t understand that much?"

Quentin disagreed, "You have to start cultivating a child when they’re young. Only through discipline can he progress. And I remember Ian didn’t like playing around when he was young, right? At that time, Ian had already learned a lot of things; just look at him..."

Erin slowly stood up, shaking her head, "Every child likes different things, you can’t generalize them, you have to consider their preferences. You should let them do age-appropriate activities, no need to pressure him so much now."

Quentin sneered coldly, "Aunt Erin, who isn’t married and has no children, seems to have her own set of principles on child-rearing!"

Erin was not offended, as if she didn’t hear the sarcasm in her words, "With age, naturally there’s some understanding of everything, I’ve seen more..."

"Letting him play mindlessly every day is not suitable. He at least needs to be half as capable as Ian in the future..."

"Everyone is different, their strengths may not be in the same area." Erin sighed.

Erin had watched these younger generations grow up; Ian Rowe was always praised as a genius, winning numerous awards and accomplishments, achieving good results in anything he tried from a young age.

From a purely intellectual or leadership standpoint, he truly was a genius, but that didn’t mean he was without flaws.

From a young age, he showed no interest in romance or even a tumultuous adolescence. An excessive detachment from emotions was also a flaw that could not be ignored.

Quentin, however, didn’t grasp her point, "I have my way of disciplining my child, so you don’t have to worry."

Quentin’s gaze kept lingering on Maya, not far away, and for some reason, being in front of Maya made her even less willing to be lectured by others.