Your Uncle is rich

Just as Allesandro was about to take the children back to the car, one of the women who had been watching them from a distance stepped forward again. "Mr. Wales," she began nervously, "I just wanted to ask—are you... still looking for a nanny for your son?"

Allesandro, now more aware of the growing attention, gave her a polite smile but didn't entertain the offer. "Not at the moment," he said, his voice smooth but firm. "But thank you for asking."

With that, he led the children back to the car, glancing around to see if anyone else was going to make a move. Satisfied that things had settled down, he climbed into the driver's seat, and the children followed suit.

"Alright, kids, let's head out," Allesandro said, his tone still warm and caring.

The moment the car pulled away from the preschool, the chatter and camera clicks died down behind them. But for Allesandro, this was just another normal day in his life.