She unintentionally brought up her acceptance to Tsinghua University again.
Sure enough, Myles Sullivan’s previously unapproachable face color softened, his sharp, cool eyes beca much warr than before, and he pursed his lips, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and barely managed a smile, "...Look at , I was so busy that I almost forgot about this."
Ghania Quinlan imdiately seized the opportunity, reassuring him softly, "It’s okay, I know Uncle Sullivan is busy, and besides, you already called to congratulate at noon."
Myles Sullivan’s face relaxed even more, seeming very pleased with her understanding manner, and after thinking for a mont, he said, "That’s right. Your successful college admission should indeed be celebrated. You haven’t been ho for over a month, and it’s only natural that your mom misses you."
"Alright then, you’ll co back with . Go pack your bags, we’ll leave in half an hour!"
"...Is it that urgent?"
"If you don’t want to rush, you can leave tomorrow, but then we can’t go together, you decide your own schedule."
At this point, there were no flights from Beijing to McKinney, and since Myles Sullivan was in a hurry, he had to think of another way.
First take a flight to a city neighboring McKinney, then transfer to a flight to McKinney. That way, he could arrive in McKinney as soon as possible, but such transfers would waste a lot of ti in between and would be tiring for those traveling by plane...
He was no longer concerned about these matters; what he wanted was to rush back to McKinney to clean up the ss.
After he spoke to Ghania Quinlan, his thoughts were no longer on her, nor did he offer any further praise as he had during his earlier phone call.
It was clear he was not in high spirits; after saying what he had to, he walked to one side and took out his phone, seemingly making a call to soone.
*
Myles Sullivan had made seven or eight phone calls in a row, all showing that the phone was switched off.
anwhile, at the McKinney villa.
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t return until almost midnight, and after she ca back, she didn’t say much to Audrick Zachmann and the others before going upstairs to sleep.
She was really exhausted, and to prevent being woken up, she simply switched off her phone.
She slept through the night, oblivious to the world around her. Everyone knew she had been extrely tired that past week, so by an unspoken agreent, they didn’t wake her. When Nathalie finally woke up naturally, The Sun was already high in the sky.
It had been raining continuously in McKinney the previous few days, but today The Sun had finally co out. The weather was clear and the temperature was pleasantly warm, making people feel sleepy.
Nathalie sat up in bed and realized that sleeping too long resulted in a headache, worse than if she hadn’t slept enough.
But since she was already up, she couldn’t possibly go back to sleep. She irritably grabbed her hair, forcing herself to get off the bed, took a cold shower in the bathroom, and finally felt sowhat refreshed, though the corners of her eyes still betrayed the persistent irritation and unease.
In her room.
Owen Yapiter had brought back her black single shoulder bag for her. She had been too tired the previous night and had left it untouched on the desk.
Now, Nathalie took a black T-shirt out of the wardrobe to change into, walked to the desk, and took out her phone, which had been off since the previous night, to open it.
The phone’s battery was low, having not been charged all day.
She plugged the phone into the charger and casually glanced at it.
Phones often lag while booting up, and the ones with smaller mory might take a minute or more to start. Nathalie’s phone looked old-fashioned and out of style, yet it booted up extrely quickly, taking only two to three seconds.
Imdiately after, countless ssages popped in.
There were also several missed calls.
Nathalie was feeling annoyed with a headache as she picked up her phone and skimd through the ssages.
Filtering out what she deed unimportant, such as missed calls from ’Uncle Sullivan,’ her attention was caught by an important ssage.
Freddy Cagwin had called her, and there was an unread ssage!
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