Listening to the back and forth between this father and daughter, Ellie Doyle had already fallen completely silent.
Quiana kept wanting to ask more questions.
Hugo Hayes, worried about aggravating his wife, coughed and laughingly changed the subject, "Quiana, I heard that this morning, you signed up for kindergarten?"
Originally, Quiana's face brimmed with anticipation.
Now.
After Hugo's words fell.
The anticipation on Quiana's face also vanished.
She distressfully huddled up, her tiny hands cradling her little face, that young face displaying a furrow of worry beyond her years. She sighed like an old soul, "Yeah, Harriet is about to start school soon. I won't be able to accompany Mommy at work anymore."
Hugo's eyes glanced toward the rearview mirror.
Looking at Quiana's face filled with exaggerated sorrow, he found it somewhat amusing, "If you dislike school that much, then don't go. I can hire a private tutor for you to study at home."