Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Let Me Know When He’s About to
Die
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“She’s so malicious. I mistakenly thought her dress was a knockoff. I apologized later, but she had Sir and Lady Wilson laid pressure on our family’s business.”
The more Lily thought about it, the angrier she became, raising her voice unintentionally.
Upon hearing this, the classmates’ impression of Elizabeth took a sudden downturn. Was she the kind to tattle like this?
Being friends with someone like her, they wondered if she might backstab them someday or snitch to their teachers.
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The car stopped outside the gates of Sunny Heights High School.
Students bustled around the entrance. When Elizabeth stepped out, many eyes turned her way.
She was beautiful with her sleek black hair tied in a ponytail, dressed in a black and white school uniform, her face pale and delicate, her eyes cold and clear.
Elizabeth seemed oblivious to the stares, her gaze fixed on the imposing statue at the school’s entrance.
Emily stepped out of the car and saw Elizabeth staring intently at the statue. Approaching her, she plained, “Which taxi did you take? It drove like it was in a race!”
Elizabeth pondered for a moment, “The driver used to be a rally racer.”
Emily responded, “Not only are delivery guys versatile these days, but taxi drivers too?”
Noticing Elizabeth’s continued interest in the statue, Emily informed her, “That’s the young Emeritus Lawrence, the school’s founder. Do you know who he is?”
“Yes,” Elizabeth nodded.
Thinking Elizabeth had done her research, Emily added, “Many of his students have bee the pillars of our nation, and several have received national lifetime achievement awards. But few have seen him, as he’s reclusive and protected.”
“I wonder if he ever married or has any descendants.”
Emily said with curiosity.
Alexander stood behind Emily and, hearing her endless chatter, told her, “You talk too much.’
Emily pouted.
But Elizabeth spoke up, “He never married, but he has a granddaughter.”
Emily laughed, “Without marriage, how could he have a granddaughter? That’s a cold joke, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth didn’t argue. The brilliant sunlight reflected in her eyes, causing Alexander to pause momentarily.
After staring at her for a few seconds, he looked away.
“You both will be late.”
Elizabeth turned her gaze away and started walking toward the school.
“Wait.” Alexander called out to Elizabeth, lifting his refined chin slightly, “Button your collar.”
He watched Elizabeth unbutton two buttons on her collar, revealing her fair collarbone and clicked his tongue appreciatively.
Elizabeth looked down, “It’s hot.”
Alexander leaned forward, lifting his hand and, without further ado, buttoned it for her, “Decent and proper, a student should look like a student.”
Elizabeth noticed that Alexander’s fingers were quite attractive, with distinct knuckles and good proportions – hands worth dissecting and studying.
Emily, with her mouth agape and eyes wide, looked down, glancing at her own collar, also undone by two buttons, not understanding how this related to being indecent or improper.
“It’s hot.” Elizabeth moved her neck slightly. Alexander chuckled, “There’s AC in the classroom.”
“Oh,” Elizabeth turned and walked away.
Alexander was speechless.
Did she walk away just like that?
Was the AC that important?
Emily caught up with Elizabeth and whispered, “I think my brother is sick.”
Elizabeth paused, asking with concern, “Is it serious?”
“Very serious. I’m really scared,” Emily confided.
Elizabeth responded calmly, “It’s okay. Let me know when he’s about to die. I can turn him into a robot.”
“Then he’ll live forever, though he won’t be able to eat; he’ll need charging.”
Emily was dumbfounded.
That didn’t sound like a blessing at all..
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