Chapter 97 Care From an Elder? 

Cedric saw everything through the rearview mirror, almost losing his grip on the steering wheel. 

Damn, Mr. Larson was so shameless, he could blatantly tell such lies. Didn’t he feel guilty? 

You cornered Ms. Stark inside the car, and you call that brotherly concern for a sister? 

You were just flirting with me! 

He thought so in his heart, but didn’t dare to say it, constantly stealing glances at the two people in the rearview mirror. 

Myrna paused, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Was this considered as an elder’s concern for the younger generation? 

She was still pondering over the matter, while Calvin had already leaned back, retracting his arm that had been against the wall, looking as if nothing had happened. He casually leaned on the seat, his beautiful hand resting on his knee, the beaded bracelet wrapped 

around his wrist exuding a unique charm. 

He patted the spot next to him and said to the girl who hadn’t reacted yet, “Come here, sit properly.” 

That voice, lazily seductive and deep, was enticing. 

The oppressive feeling in Myrna had disappeared, and the chaos in her 

heart had also subsided a lot. She straightened up and sat upright, just 

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as she heard him speak. 

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“The school called your brother and grandfather, they know about your hand injury today. Your brother will come back later, your grandfather is not in good health, let’s see who he asks to come back.” 

Myma suddenly forgot what had just happened. Her dark eyes stared at him, a hint of irritation and mostly helplessness in the face of the situation: “I just scratched my arm, there’s no need to make such a fuss.” 

She used to get hurt often, and if she didn’t tell Luther, they would never have found out. 

Even if they occasionally found out, they would at most ask her a few questions, asking her where she had gone off to have fun, afraid that she would get into fights and disgrace the Stark family. 

He simply didn’t care whether her injury was serious or not, or whether she needed to see a doctor. 

In the entire house, only Monica would secretly bring medicinal liquor to her room at night to apply it to her wounds, gently advising her that she was a girl and should be careful when playing in the future, so as not to hurt herself and leave scars that would look bad when she grew up and wore skirts. 

Calvin’s eyelids were lowered, appearing poised and calm, so much so that Myrna didn’t notice the bloodlust hidden deep within his eyes. “You should say you’re lucky that you only got a scrape on your arm this time, that the falling pipe didn’t actually hit you. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have been settled so easily today.” 

Myrna: … 

She couldn’t understand, was this also considered as the concern of the élders? 

She somehow felt that his care was somewhat different from Blake’s, 

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but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different. 

It just felt different. 

Calvin saw her frowning in silence, thinking she was still worrying about whether this matter would escalate. He squinted at her and said, “You were nearly killed at Melcester Central High School, this matter can’t possibly not escalate. You’ll see, Melcester Central High School must give you an explanation, and that person must be found. Not only your grandfather won’t be at ease until that person is found, I won’t be either.” 

Myrna: “Actually, I had a rough idea of who it might be, I just didn’t have the final evidence, so I wasn’t sure for the time being.” 

Stephanie inexplicably stood up for the culprit today, asking the school not to investigate further. This matter was already strange in itself. 

Calvin saw a strand of her hair slide down and tenderly tucked it behind her ear before withdrawing his hand. He was laid–back but exuded a strong aura, “Evidence, if one is determined to find it, will be found sooner or later.” 

“Your school principal was a smart man, he would do his best to investigate this matter, otherwise, the school would be the only one to take the blame for those behind the scenes!” 

Professor Payne from Craydon University was about to give a lecture at Melcester Central High School, adding prestige to the school. The school wouldn’t offend her father for the sake of a single student.