Ghania Quinlan has always been accustod to being arrogant.
During her ti in McKinney, she was the envy of everyone.
She was also the No. 1 Middle School’s beauty, with excellent grades, and a boyfriend from a prestigious family.
Later, Cindy Lawrence used her connection with the Tucker Family to get Ghania admitted to the National Artists University. At that ti, Ghania was on top of the world, and she too felt proud. She never imagined she would have today.
When did everything start to change?
Everything started to change the day they joyously kicked Nathalie Quinlan out...
Right now, Emilia Sullivan’s mind was filled with Ghania Quinlan’s future. She couldn’t afford to reminisce, her face was bitter, tears fell like rain, and she wiped them away haphazardly. The foundation and eyeliner on her face mixed into a ss, looking terrible. She herself didn’t even notice how disheveled she appeared at the mont. With a face full of pleading, she looked at the girl in front of her, reached out to tug at her, yet feared angering Nathalie, which would lead to a worse fate for Ghania.
Emilia Sullivan could only play the emotional card.
"Nathalie, mom begs you, alright? Everything is my fault, mom will kneel down for you, as long as you forgive Ghania, I’ll do anything."
She made a gesture to soften her knees, wanting to kneel on the ground.
Pulled back by Cindy Lawrence, angrily scolding: "What are you doing? Kneel to the heavens, kneel to the earth, kneel to the boss, I’ve never heard of parents kneeling to their children!"
"But if I don’t kneel, what about Ghania?" Emilia Sullivan covered her face, sobbing: "My Ghania had originally gotten into a prestigious school. Today, she could be just like other students registering at Tsinghua University. Others have arrived at the school, but she can only stay at ho crying. I’m really afraid she’ll overthink. If sothing happens, how can I live?"
Cindy Lawrence felt no less distressed. She strained her thin facial skin tightly, fiercely staring at the girl who seed unaffected, pounding her chest, angrily asking: "Nathalie Quinlan, do you have no heart? Your mother is crying like this, don’t you feel any guilt at all?"
Nathalie listened to her sharp questioning, raised her hand quite abruptly, pressed down the brim of her duckbill cap, and took out her phone for a glance.
11:15.
She half-squinted her eyes, spoke to the raging Cindy Lawrence: "You guys have two more minutes."
Cindy Lawrence gasped, nearly fainting.
Reached out her fingers, pointing at the girl’s nasal bone, wishing she could poke it: "You just dislike your sister that much, won’t let her off at all?"
Nathalie put down her phone, still with the sa line: "I said before, Ghania is an adult, adults should bear the consequences of their actions."
"Heh, what consequences? Retaking exams for a year isn’t considered bearing the consequences. You insist on sending her to jail, only then you’ll rest."
Cindy Lawrence was mad with rage, pounding her chest: "I traveled thousands of miles by airplane, not asking you for anything, just to let you sign your na on the forgiveness letter, yet you refuse to agree. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs? At my age, you don’t understand respecting the old and caring for the young?"
Nathalie’s brow and eyes turned remote, squinting coldly, her tone tinged with impatience: "Oh, I don’t understand, showing how well the Quinlan Family taught."
Cindy Lawrence was silenced, unable to speak.
Nathalie still carried that lazy stance, smiling: "The Quinlan Family taught well, that’s why I learned well. Isn’t it so?"
At this point, Cindy Lawrence’s face not only turned ugly, her old face was elongated, nearly dying of anger: "You insist on not signing the forgiveness letter, aren’t you afraid of retribution?"
Nathalie didn’t answer. Just then, her phone vibrated with a ssage.
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