My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
107. Good Yet Stupid

The Director invited Kalista to eat in the school cafeteria. Because it is now on lesson time, yes of course the cafeteria is not too crowded. There were only a few students sitting there, likely because in their class there was a repetition and they had finished working on it so it was left out.

Kalista sat down to order a large bowl of fruit salad, while Bu Director chose to order a plate of tuna omelets.

At first they were just talking about something simple. Without Kalista knowing that Bu Director has special intentions.

"Anyway, Kalista," Ma'am Director folded his hands on the table, looking at Kalista directly, "do you have a problem at home?"

"Hm? No, ma'am." Kalista felt nothing so yes he answered nothing.

"Ohya? Frankly, I hear bad news about you."

"I?"

"From Cassandra's mother."

Kalista is confused. "Do you know Cassie?"

"Not know them, but know in an elite social environment. You know, it's like a circle where rich people gather to talk to each other."

The mouth of the Kalista instantly formed the letter O, nodding. "So you're also from the elite?"

Kalista's plain question was answered a small laugh by Director Ma'am. "Waste it that way. Or rather say my mother."

The woman returned to eating quietly. "There's news from your father-in-law, he said you snapped him right into your house yesterday. And you also said he said the right of inheritance was yours, not Rahil."

"Movie." Kalista even unconsciously made an expression of disdain in front of the Director Maiden. "Pinter makes a bad story."

"Does that mean she was lie?"

"That's a hell of a pie, ma'am." Kalista. "He was the first one I fought. I was just passing through the door I kept not nyapa, uh heanya sewot. Tell me I'm not polite continue to offend my Mama."

"So he also said he said Rahil who has the right to be the heir because I'm the son of prostitution—intyya he said the same, so I said the fact I am the first child."

Kalista babbling full of emotions. "When I don't think about the inheritance. I'm not, Mom, a girl whose dream is to be CEO one day. I am not a feminist. I am ordinary, neutral. So let's not think about the legacy of the Papa family, think about my future I am a males. Love everything to Rahil. I'm quite given money, my henchman."

"So how do I think so." The director replied calmly. "Make you in the family, maybe look good. But the extended family of your family is not. It's a family difference that has the same property that doesn't, anyway. If you understand."

"I understand." Calista snorts. "Everyone is always concerned about who is born of whom. It's like everything's choppy."

"Surely, that's not so wrong. If the mother is bad, the child has great potential to be bad because the most interaction in the family is the same mother."

"My mom's not bad, she's a moron."

The Director was surprised to hear the child in front of him say such a thing. But, Madam Director did not respond because she knew Kalista was emotional. "Why?"

"My mom never told me to fuck." Kalista clenched her hands tightly, flushed with anger. "My mom never once told me to take a guy for money. My mom even slapped me when I said 'later I'm like a Mama'."

"Keep why is your mom 'stupid'? Isn't he nice?"

"He's not stopping!"

The veins on Calista's neck until it was seen as he shouted stifled.

"Mama slaps me because I know that dream is wrong, but still not stop! Mama always taught me to be good, but Mama herself even repeated her own mistakes! That's why he's a moron!"

Madam Director directly reached out to Kalista's hand, squeezing her gently.

"You know, Kid?" said the Director lovingly. "You're really a strong girl."

Again, Mrs Director just saw how this kid handled his own problems before she could help.

How did Kalista solve the problem? It was really very easy.

She did not become her good mother but that fool.

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