Chapter 64 Mya
Myrna didn’t turn around, her dark eyes unfathomable. She only responded with one sentence: “There are many paths, and education is just the best one that everyone has practiced. Everyone needs a ticket to enter society, how you fare afterwards depends on your personal abilities.”
“Your task at that time was to study hard.”
After she finished speaking, she didn’t want to reason with the adolescent brat anymore. She waved her hand at him with her back turned, “Alright, I’m leaving. Go home and take good care of your mom. Make sure Erick uses the supplement I gave to make soup.”
Adrian watched her receding figure, silently clenching his hand.
He was determined to stand out!
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Myrna slowly made her way to the staircase, greeting the two people who were waiting for her.
“Cal.”
“This…”
She couldn’t remember what Cedric was called for a moment.
Cedric reacted quickly, cleverly saying, “Ms. Stark, you can just call me Cedric.”
The word “brother” was still left for Mr. Larson.
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It must have sweetened Mr. Larson’s heart!
Sure enough, after hearing the name Cal, Mr. Larson’s face looked much better.
Ms. Stark clearly called in such a casual and perfunctory manner.
It was clear at a glance that there was no heart put into it.
The person who couldn’t resist listening took it to heart!
Myrna nodded, going with the flow, “Cedric.”
“Don’t call me Ms. Stark either, just call me Myrna.”
Three words, Ms. Stark, easily reminded her of some unpleasant people and events when she heard them.
With a Cedric was very observant and immediately corrected himself chuckle, “Myrna. That’s a nice name How about I call you Mya?”
He even turned back and said to Calvin, “Mr. Larson, don’t call her Myrna anymore, calling her Mya sounds much more intimate.”
Calvin squinted, giving him a glance. Cedric’s boiling blood instantly froze, no longer carried away by his own success, he stood aside with his hands modestly clasped together.
His gaze passed over Cedric, landing on the well–behaved girl standing in front of him. He asked her. “Are you here to visit Monica in the hospital?”
That night, while eating pasta soup, she mentioned that she had a good relationship with the woman who sold the pasta soup.
But he hadn’t expected it to be this good.
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Myrna nodded vaguely, “…I suppose so.” She added, educating the naughty child.
Cedric, anxious on the side, blurted out, “Mya, I just saw you talking to a boy your age in the hallway. Who was that?”
Calvin’s eyelid twitched twice, his brow bone sharp, he glanced at him.
Cedric closed his mouth again.
His voice was deep and enticing, answering before Myrna could: “It should be the boy we saw that night, named Adrian, right? Monica’s
son.
Myrna hadn’t expected him to have such a good memory. She lifted her head, looking at him with a hint of surprise and astonishment, and nodded, “Yes, it’s him.
Tsk~ It was the first time Cedric had seen someone explain their identity as a love rival by themselves. It was simply eye–opening.
Mr. Larson was awesome.
But he didn’t dare to show it, he could only swallow it back forcefully.
“Since we’re already at the hospital, would you like to come with me to see Alfi?”
Calvin noticed that she was still carrying her backpack. He extended his hand, his fingers were beautiful and distinct, slender and long, and his wrist was smooth and strong. “Give me your backpack, I’ll carry it for you,” he said.
The backpack was filled with things she desperately needed. Myrna furrowed her brows, hesitated for a mom
