Many people participated in this competition, and the entire row was filled with spectators. Freya stood midway with a group of moms, glancing back at Bradley in front of her and feeling a sense of pride swell in her heart.

No matter where he stood, this man naturally became the center of attention without even trying!

The dads of this age were not all bloated with big bellies and Mediterranean figures. They had thick waists and fat bellies. But those who could afford to send their children to this private kindergarten were not from ordinary families. All the men were dressed in suits with ties and slicked-back hair, looking like tycoons.

In contrast, Bradley was tall and straight with a handsome face. He was wearing a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows – he embodied the perfect male god standard! Standing in the crowd, he instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

All the women in the audience were staring at Bradley as if they wanted to devour him. Freya, not to be left out, whistled at him, threw a flirtatious look his way, and waved with a smile.

"Honey, give it your all!"

Bradley’s face was cold and expressionless, but he slightly curved his lips in response to her words. Instantly, the women began to look at Freya with renewed curiosity. What kind of favored child of God was she to have such an excellent man?

Of course, Freya’s appearance and figure also stood out among many women. She had fair skin, a beautiful face, a slender waist, and slim legs. Most importantly, her eyes were charming and lively, and her temperament was unmatched.

So, aside from envy, the women had nothing to say.

“Ready... Start!”

At the referee’s whistle, all the fathers rushed out. With an advantage in height and natural athleticism, Bradley’s speed quickly left everyone else behind.

He handed the relay baton to Freya within seconds. As their hands touched, their eyes met. The man winked at her and said, “Good luck!”

Freya responded with a victorious gesture and ran quickly toward the finish line. With their speed advantage, when Matthew received the baton, he left the other competitors far behind.

However, in his eagerness, Matthew ran too fast and didn’t notice a rough patch ahead. He tripped and fell forward, scraping his hands and bleeding his knees. Tears welled up in his eyes from the pain.

“Matthew!” Freya was filled with concern, ready to check on him, but she heard the referee’s voice ahead.

“Once a participant leaves their designated area, it is considered as giving up the race!”

Despite the pain and feeling wronged, and with a heart yearning for a mother’s embrace, Matthew gritted his teeth, disregarded the pain, and bravely stood up.

Dad had said that a real man didn’t cry and certainly didn’t give up. He gestured toward Freya, signaling, “Mom, I’m a real man; I’m not hurt at all!” Then, clutching the relay baton, he ran straight toward the finish line.

Seeing this, Freya smiled with relief. He was truly a child raised by Bradley – courageous, responsible, and determined. She looked back at Bradley and smiled with satisfaction. If they were to have children in the future, she hoped to educate them just as she had with Matthew. Boys needed to be cultivated from a young age, learned never to give up, and endured hardships without surrendering. Otherwise, how could they grow up to be responsible men?

Freya watched as Matthew’s knees continued to bleed, each drop falling onto the rubber track. He was clearly in pain but still clenched his teeth and ran forward desperately. The parents in the audience were inspired by his determination, and soon, someone started cheering for him.

“Go, Matthew, you’re the best!”

Following this voice, Freya saw the lovely Clara. Seeing Matthew’s expression, like an invincible saint, he smiled and ran even faster. Soon, more voices joined in, and even the referee blew the whistle to cheer for Matthew.

“Matthew…”

Freya looked at the small figure ahead and suddenly made a decision. She wanted to have a child with Bradley – a child as strong and brave as Matthew!

Once this decision took root in her heart, it became uncontrollable. She watched as Matthew broke through the barricades and claimed first place, jumping for joy.

“Matthew.” She walked over to him and lifted him into her arms. Bradley also came over, joyfully lifting Matthew with one hand while wrapping his arm around Freya’s waist with the other. The harmonious and warm scene of the family of three made countless people envious.

“Congratulations to Matthew, the student of Class D, for winning first place in this competition!”

Next was the award ceremony. Matthew stood proudly in first place, looking confidently at everyone with pride on his face. Even though he was still young, he exuded a confidence beyond his years. Freya believed that Matthew’s future was absolutely boundless!

After the award ceremony ended, Matthew held the gold medal tightly as the host handed him the microphone.

“Now, let’s invite the first-place winner to make a speech!”

Matthew took the microphone, gazing at Freya and Bradley on stage.

“Daddy, I listened to your words and didn’t give up halfway. I won first place. I am proud but not arrogant. I want to be an excellent man like you in the future!”

After speaking, he looked at Freya again, showing his eight front teeth in a smile. “Mommy, I’m now a little man. I will protect you with Daddy in the future. Love you.”

Freya blinked at him, moved, and nodded.

Because Matthew had a wound on his leg, the award ceremony was not yet over, but Freya insisted on taking him to the medical room for bandaging.

After all, he was still just a child with delicate skin. It wouldn’t look good if he got a scar.

“Mommy, I don’t feel any pain at all. I’m very brave.”

Seeing Freya’s worried expression, Matthew bravely comforted her.

“Matthew is the best, but your knee is still bleeding. If not treated promptly, it could get infected!”

When they arrived at the medical room, Freya told the doctor that she needed iodine and gauze for disinfection. At first, the doctor was reluctant, believing it was his job to treat patients and not let them handle their own wounds. It wasn’t until Freya explained that she was also a medical professional that the doctor provided her with the iodine and gauze. As the iodine was applied to the wound, the normally brave Matthew winced in pain, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Mommy, it hurts…”

Despite being brave about taking medicine or getting shots before, having Mommy around made him want to be a bit spoiled.

“Be good; it will be over soon,” Freya reassured him, knowing it took time to clean the wound due to the sand inside. Throughout the process, Matthew didn’t utter a single word of pain, instead biting his lip tightly and enduring until the end.