Chapter 62: What a Coincidence!

“Alli?” Stephanie stammered, shocked. The Cooper family’s gaze, particularly Celia’s, fell squarely upon her. Celia’s look bordered on disdain.

She forced a smile, uglier than crying, and gently coaxed, “Don’t you like the little bunny? It’s okay, big sister can also carve kittens and puppies. I’ll carve a new one for you; which one do you like?”

“Did you think I looked like I was three years old?” Alfredo’s childish face showed no friendliness, only impatience. Although he wasn’t three, he was clearly only five. He remembered seeing her that day he’d struggled in the river—this woman standing on the bridge, watching him coldly and pointing. Now she was trying to appease him.

Stephanie didn’t give up. She covertly, almost forcefully, pushed the fruit plate toward him and smiled insincerely. “Alfi, don’t be stubborn, you’re sick and need to replenish your vitamins. Would you like a piece?”

“Were you not annoyed!”

Alfredo flipped the plate, which was almost to his mouth, sending pears scattering across the floor. His face darkened with anger. He turned and shouted, “Out! All of you, out! I’m going to sleep!”

Celia immediately pulled Stephanie away, her face grim. “Look at the mess you’ve made!”

Stephanie had made a fool of herself, losing face in front of the Cooper family. Frustrated and wronged, her face instantly paled. She didn’t dare make a sound, even when her finger was cut by the plate and began to bleed.

Lawson held her hand, hastily saying, “Let’s go, Stephie, we’ll go out first.”

6th floor of the South Wing.

After giving Monica the Ganoderma lucidum, Myrna chatted with Erick, who was in bed. Seeing his sickly yellowish pallor and tired expression, she stood and said to Adrian, who stood silently beside the bed, “Come out with me.”

The door to the ward was left ajar.

“Come over, go further away.”

Myrna led him to the end of the corridor, ensuring the couple in the ward couldn’t hear, before stopping. She opened the corridor window, irritably pulled a piece of gum from her pocket, and casually tossed a small candy into her mouth.

It was very sweet, the sweetness tinged with the sourness of oranges. She squinted, leaning against the window, her deep, dark eyes focused on the person who had just come out.

Adrian still had a bandage on his arm, and his face bore the residual injuries from a fight, looking utterly disheveled.

Myrna merely squinted and asked, “How does it feel to be out in the world?”

Adrian turned his head away, muttering sullenly, “It’s none of your business!”

She laughed, a hint of mischief and wildness in her eyes. She shifted her stance and said, “If it weren’t for Monica and Erick, do you think I would care about you?”

“…I didn’t ask for your help in the first place!” Adrian turned away, seemingly hurt in his pride.

Myrna didn’t waste her breath. She cut straight to the chase: “You said you were going to make something of yourself in the real world, and three months later, it’s clear you’ve accomplished nothing. Now, you should honor our agreement, go back to school and study hard, so Monica and the others won’t have to worry about you anymore.”

Adrian couldn’t understand why she could always be so calm, like a ship that had sailed through a thousand storms; no matter how fierce the waves, she stood tall and unshaken. She clearly looked the same age as him!

He pulled out a mocking smile. “You think I could go back to school just because I wanted to? I forced myself to take a three-month leave of absence, and when I wanted to go back, it was difficult.”

Myrna raised an eyebrow. “Which school did you attend before? I’ll have someone speak to your school.”

Chapter 62: What a Coincidence!

“It’s no use talking about it,” Adrian said, but he still told her, “Melcester Central High School. I was in Class A. Melcester Central High School was strict, and the class advisor of Class A was dominant. She wouldn’t agree to let me go back and lower the class average.”

He used to have decent grades, ranking within the top five, and Hattie was okay with him. But he knew Hattie placed great importance on student performance, and past success didn’t necessarily mean present success.

Myrna tugged at the corner of her mouth, expressionless. “What a coincidence, I was also at Melcester Central High School, also in Class A.”