Chapter 16 Sorry, I Didn’t Teach Her Well
In the living room, the adults finished eating and started drinking tea and chatting.
Daisy went to clean up the kitchen, and Vincent happened to take a work call and went to the balcony.
Luna had been in a great mood after getting the promise of her favorite doll, but without her parents around, she wandered around the living room by herself and soon got bored.
Her spoiled temper suddenly flared up, and she looked at Simon nearby with growing displeasure.
She walked over with her head held high. Right in front of Simon was a plate of grapes - big, green, and round, looking delicious.
She directly reached out her little hand, pointed at the plate of grapes, looked at Simon, and said in a bossy tone, "Hey, bring me those grapes! I want to eat them!"
Simon, who was talking to someone, paused for a moment, then smiled. "Luna wants to eat grapes?"
Simon smiled good-naturedly and handed the whole plate to Luna. "Here, take it and eat. Tell me if you want anything else."
Seeing him so obedient, Luna suddenly remembered what Auntie Vanessa had taught her before, Anyone who acts humble toward you must want something from you. You have to be careful with these people and never be too nice, or they'll take advantage of you.
Everything Auntie Vanessa said made so much sense. Luna kept it all in her heart.
She immediately snorted coldly and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Stop pretending to be nice! You don't need to suck up to me. You should think about how to suck up to my dad instead."
If an adult made such an expression and said such things, it would definitely look really ugly. But Luna was only six years old and had perfectly inherited all the best features from her parents' looks. She was adorable as snow and jade, so instead of looking ugly, she actually seemed kind of cute in a bratty way.
So although Simon felt a bit awkward, he wasn't angry. He just patiently said, "Luna, I'm not sucking up to you. I'm caring for you, just like how your mom and dad love you."
Then he deliberately put on a stern face and said, "And also, what should you say when someone helps you?"
Luna was just picking up a grape to put in her mouth when she heard this. Her movement paused, and her little eyebrows immediately furrowed.
Another lecture. She wasn't a three-year-old anymore.
Comparing them like this, Auntie Vanessa was definitely better - she never treated her like a little kid.
She immediately threw the grape back onto the plate, tilted her little face up, and shouted at Simon, "You don't actually expect me to thank you, do you? What's there to thank you for? This is my great-grandma's house, and I'm eating my great-grandma's food!"
"People like you who hope to squeeze money out of my dad - why should I thank you poor people?"
As soon as these words came out, the air in the living room seemed to freeze instantly.
All the chatting stopped abruptly.
The young people Simon brought with him looked at each other, their expressions shocked and somewhat angry. They couldn't imagine such a small child would say something like this!
Simon's face went completely blank - the investment thing had happened so many years ago, he had stopped caring about it.
After all, in business, if someone doesn't believe in your project, you just go find other investors. If you can't get investment, it's because you're not good enough. You have no reason to resent them for it.
But now, to have it stated so bluntly by such a small child - Simon felt like he'd been slapped across the face twice!
His fingers gripping the teacup tightened slightly. He looked at Luna in silence, his gaze making the small child inexplicably feel some pressure.
Luna felt a bit scared by this sudden silence and everyone's different looks.
But her vanity and the arrogance from being spoiled made her refuse to back down. She stuck her neck out and added, "Why are you all looking at me? Am I wrong? I'm telling you, my dad won't give you money. Give up on that idea."
"Luna!"
Daisy's scolding voice came from behind the door.
She had just finished cleaning up, wiped her hands and walked out, only to hear her daughter's mean and rude words.
Her vision went dark. She rushed over and grabbed Luna's arm—hard enough to make her cry out.
"What did you just say? Say it again!" Daisy said sternly, "Who taught you to talk to elders like this?! Huh?! Who told you these terrible things?!"
Luna was frightened by her mother's unprecedented harsh tone. She didn't understand - just moments ago, her mom had been so nice and trying to please her.
Why did mom suddenly become so fierce just because she said a few truthful words!
She pouted, burst into loud tears with a "wah," and struggled while crying, "Let me go! You're hurting me! Dad! Dad, save me!"
She cried and looked toward Vincent, who came over after hearing the noise. Her face was covered with tears and snot, looking pitiful.
Vincent heard his daughter crying and quickly hung up the phone. He came over, held her in his arms, and wiped her tears.
He glanced at Daisy with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Even if the child said something wrong, it's because the adults didn't teach her well. Why are you taking it out on her?"
Daisy laughed coldly, "Yeah, kids only say what adults teach them. She just said that we the Harts are all poor people, all sucking up to you, waiting for you to give us money."
"I wonder who taught her that."
Vincent's tone was heavy. "I didn't teach her to say things like that." He paused, then added, "No matter what grudges the adults have, Luna is still your own daughter. Don't take it out on her."
His voice was flat and calm, even carrying a hint of lecturing, but it made Daisy's anger flare up!
Wasn't he basically saying that she, Daisy, was taking out her anger with Vanessa on Luna?
In his eyes, she was such a terrible person!
Luna saw that her dad was on her side, so she got bolder. Sniffling, with a thick crying voice full of resentment, she shouted at Daisy, "You're a bad mom! You're the worst!"
"You only like to scold me! I hate you! Auntie Vanessa would never be mean to me like this! I want to go find Auntie Vanessa! I don't want you as my mom anymore! I want Auntie Vanessa to be my mom!"
Daisy took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stopped paying attention to her daughter. She turned to Simon, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I didn't teach her well."
Then she said to her grandmother, "I have something at the lab. I'm going to head back now."
With that, she grabbed her bag and walked out.
"Daisy!" Vincent called after her. Seeing that she didn't even acknowledge him, he didn't bother anymore. He nodded slightly at Simon and was about to leave with his daughter.
"Mr. Black, please wait a moment." Simon stopped him.
Vincent looked at him. "Is there something else, Mr. Hart?"