Liam clung to Victoria's side as if she were his lifeline.

Alexander suddenly realized that without his notice, his wife and son had begun fighting like sworn enemies. Amy had grown attached to another child, while Liam had placed all his trust in someone else entirely.

When had things gone so wrong? Everything had seemed perfect just weeks ago.

"Liam," Alexander finally spoke, his voice steady but firm. "You weren't fully conscious back then. It really was your mother and that boy who helped save you."

Liam's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way! How could they have saved me?"

Amy's lips curved knowingly. "If you don't believe your father, why not ask Victoria?"

Liam immediately turned to Victoria. "Victoria, didn't you say—"

"Liam!" Victoria cut in sharply, her gaze darting nervously. "Yes, it was your mother and Oliver who helped you..."

Amy watched Victoria's flustered expression with quiet amusement. "Ms. Langley," she said smoothly, "Liam was about to say something. Why not let him finish?"

Oliver, ever observant, tilted his head. "Amy, does this lady have something in her eye? She's blinking a lot. My mom has great eye drops—want me to get some for her?"

Even Alexander, who usually missed subtle cues, sensed something was off.

But with so many people around, he decided not to press further. Instead, he gave Victoria a long, searching look before turning to the kindergarten teacher.

"What exactly happened this time?"

The teachers, having witnessed the entire exchange, had pieced together most of the situation.

They were secretly enjoying the unfolding drama.

"Well, it's not exactly serious," one teacher began carefully. "These two boys just started arguing out of nowhere..."

She hesitated, glancing between Alexander and Amy.

"Perhaps we could speak with you both privately?"

The class had multiple teachers on duty.

Two of them led Alexander and Amy to separate offices for discussion.

Liam and Oliver's constant bickering—and occasional physical fights—had become disruptive. It was affecting the other children.

The staff had even discussed suggesting a transfer for one of them.

While the teachers spoke with Alexander and Amy, Victoria seized the moment to pull Liam aside.

"Liam," she whispered urgently, "you promised you wouldn't repeat what I told you, remember?"

"Victoria, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just..."

Liam frowned in confusion. "Victoria, didn't you say Mom and Oliver didn’t let the doctors help me? Why is Dad saying they saved me?"

Victoria sighed. "Sweetheart, your father just doesn’t want you to be upset with your mom. That’s why he’s saying that—"

Before she could finish, a sharp voice cut through the air.

"You're lying!"

They both spun around.

Oliver stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching them with a knowing smirk. "So this is where you ran off to for your little secret talk?"

Victoria paled, staring at him as if he were a ghost. "You—"

At that moment, Oliver's expression was nothing like the innocent, vulnerable look he usually wore. His eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence—far beyond his years.