His Eagle Eyes on Me

Chapter 1751

"I have no plans of returning to Aryadelle for the tbeing." Avery placed sfood on Hayden's plate.

"Oh, then get Layla to cto Bridgedale and visit you during her winter break.” Tammy understood Avery's unwillingness to

return.

"I'm only afraid that Elliot won't let her." Elliot's nfelt a little awkward in her mouth. Perhaps because their relationship was

extremely terrible at that moment, which made her wonder whether they had truly been in love before or not.

However, she rarely thought of him anymore. It was not like before when they broke up; her heart would hurt thinking about him.

At that moment, other than

rarely thinking about him, she did not feel too sad either.

As long as Hayden was by her side and she could occasionally see Layla and Robert, it was enough for her. This was the most that

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she could fight for already.

"Mommy, once Layla has her winter break, I'll pick her up and bring her over," Hayden said.

Elliot did not let Avery get close to Layla, was he going to forbid Hayden too?

Avery was a little worried. She did not want Hayden to return to Aryadelle. What if Elliot played dirty and took Hayden away?

"I'll get your Uncle Eric to bring Layla over. You just stay by my side and don't go anywhere," Avery warned.

"Hmm," Hayden responded obediently. At Aryadelle, it was the weekend that day, but Elliot was asked to make a trip to Layla's

school.

Layla's teacher called him the day before, saying that she wanted to talk to him about Layla's studies.

Her teacher had told him not to tell Layla about this because Layla was a girl with very high self-esteem.

Elliot waited for Layla to head to tutorials before leaving the house.

When Layla’s teacher had called him the night before, she had not told him how Layla had been doing academically. Layla had

never told him her exam results.

It was why he had a bad feeling. If Layla's grades were good, why would her teacher want to talk to him about her studies?

When he reached the school, Elliot immediately noticed Layla's teacher st?c&> XMPing by the school gate.

It was the weekend, there was barely anyone in school.

Elliot parked the car, got out, and walked over to Layla's teacher.

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"Mr. Foster, | hope I'm not disturbing you on the weekend." Layla's teacher was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She looked

kind and benevolent. She cut to the chase, "| asked to speak to you to discuss Layla's failing grades. If she continues this way, I'm

only afraid that it will affect her final exams."

Elliot was right.

"How terrible has my daughter's grades become?" Elliot squinted his eyes coldly. He spoke seriously and his voice was low.

"She only got fifty-five for literature. That's not even a pass. Writing used to be her strong suit. This time, not only was her essay

off-topic, but it was also..."

"What?" When Elliot heard the number 55, he felt terrible.

Layla’s marks on literature used to be 90 and above, 100 being full marks. She would never get less than 85.

"The essay required them to write about the person that influenced them the most, and what they learned from that person. Layla

wrote about you," her teacher said awkwardly. "She said that she hates you a lot. That you broke her family apart. She learned how

to be a bad person from you."