Of course, Mr. Mills was here for something. He flushed and could say nothing, but thinking to himself
that Nicole and her grandma were birds of a feather, as they both talked in such a way that it often
mortified him.
“I’m fine. Please get on with your things. I will just look around the Royal Creek Institute’s campus
alone,” he said in a low voice.
Nicole was standing beside Mrs. Wallace Sr. and glanced at Mr. Mills with a smirk, then said coldly,
“Then I’ll go with Grandma now. You have a good time, Mr. Mills.”
After saying so and without looking back, Nicole helped her grandmother to her classroom to get her
school bag.
This time, not even Mrs. Wallace Sr. looked back at Mr. Mills.
Mr. Mills stood on the spot, only to feel that Nicole had changed when she came to San Joto, and had
become so difficult to reason with, and that she had started to disrespect him just because she was a
member of the Riddle family. He looked at Nicole with resentment before turning around and walking
out.
Nicole was back in the classroom, packing her things into the school bag. Many of her classmates
gawked at Mrs. Wallace Sr. who was outside the classroom.
They had never seen someone in such ragged clothes before, as their parents were all well-dressed.
One of the boys chuckled. He was sitting to Nicole’s diagonal front and saw Mrs. Wallace Sr. even had
a patch on her clothes. He whispered his discovery to those around him, and soon it spread like
wildfire, and everyone in the classroom started to gape at Mrs. Wallace Sr. with a hint of mockery in
their eyes.
“Nicole, who is this homeless person? Why did you bring someone like her to school?” Nicole’s hand,
carrying the school bag, froze in motion. She turned back to look at the boy, who was sitting in the third
row, studying well, but prone to judge people by their appearance.
Hearing his words, Nicole’s face instantly turned frosty. She put down her school bag and walked
toward him, giving the boy a bone-chilling stare, as if there were countless ice spikes piercing into his
blood.
She stood in front of the boy with an indifferent look in her eyes.
“Apologize to my grandma,” she said.
They did not know that the old lady was Nicole’s grandmother.
They all had a deploring look on their faces, wondering why the old lady was dressed this way and did
not look having anything to do with the Riddle family. In their eyes, such a person was no different from
a beggar. But Nicole said this old lady was her grandmother. They wondered if Nicole was not afraid of
being mocked, too.
Standing at the side, June held her hand tightly. She could understand the feeling too well, as she
looked at Mrs. Wallace Sr. helpless look and seemingly saw the helpless and wronged expression on
her mother’s face when her mother sent her to school and got ostracized by the rich parents.
June stood up in defiance of the disgusted glances of those people and walked toward Mrs.
Wallace Sr. with a gentle smile.
“Are you here to see Nicole? We always hear Nicole talk about you, and today we finally see you in
person.”
Mrs. Wallace Sr. looked at the gentle girl. Feeling a little at ease, she returned a smile.
Just then, a voice saying malicious words came. It was a boy in the back row, muttering in a low voice,
“Trying to place nice? You all are just the same.”
Right after he said that, someone punched him in the left cheek. The boy was punched so hard that he
fell right next to the desk with bruises on his left face.
“Who the hell hit me? I’ll—” grind your treacherous bones to dust. He did not say the last sentence
because he saw Jack, who had a half-smile across from him.
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