Seeing her lift her chin, with her eyes spirited and her lips slightly curled up, she looked overwhelmingly proud and delighted. Matthew Saxon chuckled again, "Oh, so Scarlett is this outstanding? Even getting a scholarship; that’s really impressive."
Being praised by him, she beca even more delighted. If she had a tail, it would definitely be wagging high, swaying back and forth proudly.
She lifted her chin a bit higher, "I know a lot more things, but unfortunately, many can’t be used at work."
"Oh? What else do you know? Tell all about it." Matthew Saxon seed intrigued, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes, looking down at her and asking proactively.
"Do you really want to know?" She blinked, looking up, her dark eyes darting around, as if to see whether he really ant what he said.
Matthew Saxon also blinked, curled his lips slightly, and nodded, "Yes, I really want to know. Tell ."
"Actually, when I was in college, I took a lot of other courses..."
Scarlett Yates rattled off seven or eight subjects, counting on her fingers. Afterward, she took a breath and said with a smile, "After starting my internship at the hospital, apart from my major, none of the other specializations were useful. Stella said I was busy for nothing."
After listening, Matthew Saxon frowned for so reason, "Why did you take so many majors?"
Scarlett Yates said lightly, "It’s never hurts to have more skills. Learning more always has its advantages."
Actually, Scarlett Yates’s thoughts at that ti were simple; she just wanted to learn more. This way, when looking for a job in the future, she’d have more options and wouldn’t be in a passive position.
If she didn’t beco a nurse, she could still find other jobs with the specialties she studied and the certificates she obtained.
Since the incident with the Yates Family, after Father Yates and Mother Yates both passed away, Scarlett Yates beca very insecure.
The passing of her grandmother and the coldness from relatives exacerbated this feeling, making her deeply feel that in this world, no one is reliable except oneself.
Scarlett Yates not only lacked security at work but also in her emotions.
This is also why she didn’t dare to fully open her heart to accept soone, or fully trust soone.
She’s very afraid of experiencing the feeling of being abandoned again.
That sense of helplessness, pain, sadness, anger, despair, yet helplessness — she never wants to experience it a second ti in this life.
She will always rember how, in her saddest and most helpless ti, the person she trusted most shut her out as if she were a plague.
At that ti, she just needed comfort, but they insisted she was trying to cling to their family, fearing it would increase their burden, and wouldn’t even let her step across the doorstep.
It happened many years ago, but rembering it still makes Scarlett Yates feel sad, and her eyes can’t help but get a bit moist.
Matthew Saxon pressed her head against his chest, gently rubbing it twice, his voice softer, gentler, and lower, "Scarlett, no matter what your life was like before, from now on, I won’t let you suffer anymore."
After saying, he hugged her a bit tighter.
The won he knew mostly had privileged family backgrounds. They were pampered from a young age, having never really suffered, like flowers blossoming in a greenhouse, unaware of the hardships of the world.
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