Since Hadley was Lilah's friend, he had to treat her with the utmost kindness.

Lilah would undoubtedly consider him exceptionally well-mannered.

Hadley was briefly taken aback.

Gosh, this charming boy was so considerate!

“Lilah, your son is incredibly polite. You've done an outstanding job teaching him manners!" Hadley's heart melted, prompting her to pull Jerrold into a tight hug.

"Oh, let me go! I want to keep playing hide and seek." Jerrold suddenly squirmed out of Hadley's embrace.

Undeterred, Hadley laughed and chased after him, but Jerrold was agile and swift, eluding her grasp.

Observing Jerrold's agile movements, Lilah was briefly taken aback.

“cyrus, have you been instructing him in martial arts?" she asked.

Cyrus’ expression shifted subtly, a fleeting hint of fluster crossing his eyes.

“No, absolutely not. How could we? He's too young to learn martial arts." He glanced at Jerrold's retreating form and rubbed his nose.

Lilah felt somewhat resigned. Jerrold, still young, left her uncertain of his martial arts potential.

"What exactly have you been teaching him?" she inquired casually.

Cyrus responded without hesitation, “Just basic skills. Jerrold shows promise. I believe he could..."

Cyrus stopped abruptly, cutting himself off mid-sentence.

He chuckled awkwardly. "“Lilah, we simply want Jerrold to have added protection. He's young, and sometimes you might overlook things. If he ever faces danger, these skills could help him defend himself, right?"

He glanced at Lilah somewhat sheepishly, wary of her potential accusation of overstepping boundaries.

"Thank you, Cyrus," Lilah responded earnestly. “I also hope he can acquire some basic self-defense skills. However, I've never taught children before, so I'm uncertain where to begin."

Cyrus was taken aback by her response.

"Well, rest assured. We have extensive experience in child rearing. Entrust us with a child who knows nothing, and we pledge to return a martial arts prodigy who can outperform any peer," he assured her confidently.

Meanwhile, at a quaint coffee shop on the outskirts of town, Karol serenely savored her cappuccino.

From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a figure entering through the door.

"Here." Karol waved to Ruth, only to notice that Ruth's expression was sour.

"Bitch! She's a bitch! Bitch!" Ruth fumed on the sofa, her expression icy and severe.