How Death Became My Rebirth

With Yannick’s encouragement, they all stormed into Kenneth’s office. Luckily, Kenneth was in a good mood, so when he saw them, he was only stunned for a brief period before handling their work.

Kenneth carefully provided instruction to several people who were remarkably slow to respond during their consultation. He seldom took more than twenty minutes on a case. It only took a few minutes if it

was quick.

For those who could pass their case straight through, Kenneth would inform Yannick to tell the finance department that they would receive a twofold bonus.

It was a hectic day for Kenneth. Those who flattered him all got their bonus.

They were amazed that Kenneth would take the initiative to reward them.

What a God–given opportunity.

Kenneth started to realize that time passes slowly after four in the afternoon and that he had been gone. for a while. It was time to go home. He wondered what Cassandra was doing at home.

Therefore, he began to lose patience when handling his work.

Yannick checked the time. It was four o’clock already. ‘But why so many people are still here?”

So, he coughed to attract their attention. When everyone turned to look at him, he pointed to his watch.

“Mr. Zelinski, I’m sorry. I told the people in my department that there would be a meeting at 4 o’clock. I have some ideas about this project, so I got to go,” Yannick said.

Then he ran away quickly.

Other colleagues behind them also ran away.

Kenneth was left dumbfounded.

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How could W. Zelinck know that?” Yannick wondered

“Yes, Mr. Zelinska Vannick replied.

Who could understand his intentions? After all, he did it for the company. Only in this way could they be

able to earn more and get more bonuses.

It was almost time, and Kenneth was about to get off work.

A few months later, Weston and Abril had already turned one year old.

Selena, Sylvia, and Omar decided to let the two kids draw lots to see what they would like to become or

do in the future.

They had more expectations for Abril, so she would do it first.

It turned out she was not interested in anything but reached out for Kenneth’s Military Merit Medal. It was the first second–class merit that Kenneth got, and he almost lost a leg for it.

Abril held it in her hand and couldn’t help admiring it.

This didn’t seem to be a surprise.

But everyone was talking about Abril

[She is going to do what Mr. Zelinski did. It seems that there will be a female officer in the Zelinski family.]

[At such a young age, she likes military medals. She will probably be a soldier defending her home and country in the future.]

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[Abril is ambitious. It seems that she has been deeply influenced by Mr. and Mrs. Zelinski.]

Even John was overjoyed and said, “This girl will stand out in the future.”

He happily held Abril in his arms. “In the future, Cherry will become a female officer.”

Although Abril couldn’t understand what John was saying, she liked the medal hanging on the chest of

John’s military uniform.

She was busy playing with the two medals.

It seemed to be a lot of fun to her.

Kenneth appeared pleased as well. He was surprised that his daughter had selected his medal. Even though this was only a wish, he was nevertheless very proud.

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He would support her to pursue the military if she truly wanted to, even though it was an extremely dangerous career.

After Abril chose her favorite object, it was Weston’s turn and everyone had a high expectation for him

as well.

All of a sudden, everyone looked at Weston.

Lucas smiled and said, “Since Cherry chose the military merit badge. Clement has to choose one related to politics. So, I can hand over my position to him.”

Kenneth looked at his son curiously, and Cassandra was also very concerned.

However, Weston didn’t want to move at all.

So, Selena teased Weston and said, “Clement, come over here. I have something good for you.”

Weston didn’t pay any attention at all.

Lydia’s teasing didn’t work.

Nelson was a little curious about why so many people gathered around Weston. He felt that Weston was unhappy.

Nelson was almost three years old, and he could talk fluently. Now he could even recite a lot of old

poems.

He could also say long sentences.

“Clement, come over.” Nelson stretched out his arms and coaxed Weston.

Weston suddenly turned over, looked at Nelson, and then crawled towards him.

He held Nelson’s leg.

Um…

Suddenly Weston was up, using Nelson’s weight to support himself.

Then he slapped Nelson in the face.

What a loud sound.

The room appeared to be extremely quiet since everyone stopped talking and held their breath. This was a rather loud slap.

Kenneth and Eddie were stunned. ‘What’s going on?‘

Even Lydia was shocked.

But when Weston beat Nelson with composure, he took a seat on the ground. He then crawled back to his previous location and absentmindedly picked up a green money.

It was as though the scene had never occurred.

Nelson was confused. He looked at his mother in confusion and felt aggrieved, “Mommy, why did-

Clement hit me?”

‘Did I do anything wrong?

‘But I like him so much, Nelson wondered.

Lydia didn’t know how to explain it. To be honest, she was a little embarrassed.

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“But I didn’t even hit him,” Nelson retorted.

Lydia was at a loss how to reply.

Cassandra saw that her godson looked very aggrieved, so she walked to Nelson with Weston in her arms and comforted him softly, “You are upset because Clement slapped you just now. How about you beat.

him as well? That’s fair.”

Nelson was a little hesitant. Looking at the cute face of Weston, he thought Nelson was so adorable.

“If I hit Clement… Will he hurt?” Nelson asked.

“Yes, but he had hit you. Even if he hurts, he has to bear it.” She would never spoil her son and let

Nelson feel aggrieved.

Moreover, it was his son’s fault. He slapped Nelson inexplicably. If he dared to come up and slap her, she

would teach him a good lesson.

“Forget it. I don’t want him to hurt, so I won’t hit him.” Nelson said.

But as soon as he finished his words, Weston seemed to have found a chance.

Nelson was slapped on his forehead again.

Everyone was speechless.

They thought, ‘Is he doing this on purpose?”

Nelson was about to cry. ‘But if I cried, Weston would be punished.

‘But Weston doesn’t like me.”

He struggled and felt like to crying.