Chapter 9: Red Skirt Preschool Education

For the past few days, Trixie had lived peacefully. She just goes to work and takes care of Kinsley. According to Jessa, the graduate tutor was caught by her and put in the school forum. Her reputation had been completely destroyed. She didn't even get her diploma and changed to another city despondently. She gave a wry smile. She simply didn't know whether to congratulate each other on their victory or sympathize with each other's sadness. What's sadder was that she had also become such a woman, fighting with her husband just to know if he cheated. On the day her husband came home, her company temporarily received a big order and sent her a message saying that she would not be able to go back until at least ten o'clock. Daryl quickly returned to her and told her not to worry, because he was also stuck in traffic and would go back later. She didn't think much, so she took the time to plan and didn't even eat lunch. In the afternoon, when Frank went to pick up his nephew, he also helped her take Kinsley to the company and let the two children play together. When he came back, he brought her KFC egg tarts. "Kinsley told me that you like this very much." Frank said. When he said this, she could not refuse it and accepted it gratefully. Her cell phone suddenly rang. It was a courier and asked her why she didn't open the door.  She was a little embarrassed, saying that she was not at home and asked them to send it tomorrow. The courier confirmed the address with her again and shouted, "Miss, are you kidding me? I just knocked on your door. There are people inside, but they won’t open the door!" Trixie’s heart tightened. There was someone in the room she thought. It must be Daryl. Did he go back early? She immediately wanted to call him and ask him to go out and help her get the package, but she remembered the monitoring device in the living room. She looked at Frank embarrassed. "Director Frank, can you please go out for a bit?" She wanted to turn on the surveillance. She didn’t like it to be seen by others. Frank raised his eyebrow handsomely and walked away thoughtfully without caring about what she wanted to do. She took a deep breath and turned on the monitoring. After turning it on, the picture gradually became clear. From this angle, she could see that Daryl did come back, sitting alone on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone as usual. She breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to dial his telephone. But the next scene shocked her, she opened her eyes wide and looked at a woman coming out of the bathroom. She seemed to have just finished taking a bath and came out to sit beside her husband. They talked and laughed as if they knew each other very well. Good face, elegant temperament, long red skirt, long wet black hair. She was describing the girl in the living room of her house. She suddenly became fuming mad  just by staring at the video. That woman... It turned out to be someone she knew. Not only did she know that girl, but she was also familiar with her. She would see her slender figure outside the classroom every time. The woman was actually Kinsley's piano teacher! They don’t have any connection at all, so why would this woman be in their house? It turned out that Daryl sent Kinsley to a piano class and the two hooked up? She trembled all over and her anger surged up. She could no longer control herself. She asked Frank for a leave and asked Kinsley to wait for her in the company and then she went back alone to their house. In the taxi, she kept staring at her mobile phone. During the surveillance, the two were talking, but unfortunately, she could not hear what they were talking about. What more, after more than ten minutes, they actually stood up and walked to Kinsley's study. No one can be seen in the monitoring again, and she was dizzy with anger. They want to do it in Kinsley's study... It's disgusting! She jumped out of the taxi, dropped a hundred-dollar bill and ran upstairs. She opened the door hurriedly and rushed in. "Daryl!"