Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2353

Kyson’s expression remained impassive and stern.

This was the fifth kindergarten Destinee had attended in two years.

Despite previous attempts at placing her in prestigious institutions, incidents always followed.

Nathan and Lucinda had hoped a regular kindergarten might curb her unruly behavior.

Yet, Destinee’s mischief persisted, causing trouble even here.

Kyson found it absurd that the parents at these less prestigious schools could be so coarse, fearing they might negatively influence his cherished goddaughter.

But was transferring Destinee to another school the answer?

Besides, if Nathan discovered that Destinee had been embroiled in yet another altercation, there was no doubt she would face either a stern reprimand or even punishment upon returning home.

Kyson remained silent, lost in thought as Myron’s mother rattled on with her grievances.

Perhaps it was Kyson’s striking appearance that caused her tone to eventually soften.

She conceded, suggesting, “Actually, we’re not entirely opposed to reconciling.

Children often misunderstand things, and conflicts are not uncommon.

There’s no need to insist on anyone leaving.

If your daughter simply apologizes to my son, and covers the medical and emotional distress costs, we’ll let this slide.

And the total costs would be…”

She trailed off, pondering the amount she could justifiably request, her eyes appraising Kyson’s attire.

The suit he wore was impeccably tailored, the fabric of exceptional quality, clearly signaling his affluence and social standing.

It seemed reasonable, then, to ask for a bit more money.

“How about this, I won’t go overboard.

Just a modest $100, @0@ will do.

”

The principal’s response came first, a startled, “$100, 0007”

For the average person, $100, 000 was no trivial matter, even if not exorbitantly high.

And certainly, for a mere scrape like Myron’s, it was an extravagant ask.

Kyson remained silent, appearing to mull over the figure, prompting Myron’s mother to doubt her bold request.

“Actually, perhaps $100, 000 is too steep.

We can ease into a fair amount.

”

Kyson gently patted Destinee’s head, his voice calm and detached.

“Three hundred thousand.

This isn’t just compensation; it’s also for your son to change schools.

”

“What?” Shock rippled through Myron’s mother, her face a portrait of disbelief.

The principal was equally astounded.

“What?”

As the room buzzed with astonishment, Destinee tugged insistently at Kyson’s sleeve, her expression stern.

“Kyson, don’t waste so much money.

Myron had it coming; I’m not apologizing!”