Chapter 45 How Could She Ever Care for This Charity of a Family Bond?
“Harold, shut up,” Stephen scolded in a low, fimm voice.
Harold clenched his teeth and famed his head to the side.
“Alright All of you can leave now. Whether you owe me, or I owe you, let’s consider it all cleared from this moment on My grandma and brother are about to wake up, and I don’t want them to see you,” Demil said coldly.
“Demi, I know you’re angry and feel wrong right now. But we already promised you, I’ll talk to Annie when we go back. It won’t be long before officially recorder you as part of the Pitt family,” Stephen said, histoneri
“Please leave,” Demi said curtly, fipping her hand toward the door in an unmistakable gesture of dismissal.
If this had been the Demi of her past life, the Demi who had never ventured into the world of cultivation, she might have been ecstatic at hearing those words
the Den standing before them now was no longer that same girl.
She was a proud cultivator, someone who had been cherished for yoo years by her mentor and ten dating brothers.
How could she possibly care for this hesitant, half–hearted, charity–like version of family affection?
As Stephen led his family away, a sense of confidence filled him.
He believed that Demi was acting this way–like a defensive hedgehog–because she wanted attention, because deep down she longed to be acknowledged by the Pitt family.
Stephen was certain that with time after her anger had cooled, they could speak to her again. He figured they could bring her back into the family, at least as an adopted daughter for the time being
After all, Ana was emotionally fragile and couldn’t bear the idea of anyone finding out she wasn’t the Pitt family’s biological daughter.
This thought made Stephen from as he walked. He was already beginning to worry about how to convince Demi to accept the position of adopted daughter.
At a secluded mountain villa, Felix sat in a quiet pavilion. Beneath him was a wheelchair.
His head was slightly bowed as he focused on the piece of emerald in his hand. His movements were steady and precise, the carving knife dancing dently between his fingers.
Small fragments of emerald scattered into the air, and the delicate shape of a rabbit began to take form.
Sean walked up briskly. He glanced at the rabbit in Telix’s hands, already used to this sight.
Felix had a hobby–carving fine emeralds.
West Senior asked you to pay more attention to that young girl from yesterday,” Sein said casually,
Felix looked up befly, “How is Mr. West Sealoc?”
“He’s doing well. Do you think it has something to do with that girl’s needling therapy? He used to look so frail, but after her treatment yesterday, he seems much moenergetic, Sean said, histone tinged with curiosity.
Telix remained composed. “I’ve already sent someone to investigate the girl. I want to find out where st
we might be able to invite her mentor, or her mentor’s mentor, to treat Mr. West Senior.”
“Why not just ask the girl directly?” Sean asked, the question slipping out without much thought.
she leamed her medical skills. It her background checks out,
“Anyone treating Mr. West Senior needs to be thoroughly wetted. It’s better to start the background check early,” Felix raised an eyebrow, giving Sean a pointed
look
“Oh, that’s right. That completely slipped my mind. Sean nodded quickly.
Benedict’s status was unique. Anyone entrusted with treating him required not only exceptional medical skills but also an impeccably clean and trustworthy background
Early Saturday morning, Demclimbed into the production teamscar, heading toward the filming location–Mt. Ashridge.
Mr. Ashridge was a scenic tourist spet near Lindrom
By the time they arrived at the base of the mountain, Demi, as usual, was the first to show up
With nothing else to occupy her time, Deni pulled a seventh–grade uth textbook out of her bag and began studying.
Over the past few days, she had taken advantage of her break from streaming to visit Lynora City. She had been looking for good schools for both herself and Timothy.
But in the end, her efforts hadn’t been very promising
Public high schools in some areas only admitted students who had graduated from specific middle schools within their district.
For students from outside those districts, transferring was nearly impossible–unless, of course, their grades were exceptional,
The problem was that due to certain circumstances, both Demi and Timothy had poor academic performance.
Private high schools, on the other hand, came with high tuition fees. And even then, many reputable private schools didn’t admit sandents solely based on their ability to pay.
There were silll various requirements, academic achievement being one of the most significant.
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After days of effort, Demi had finally found a promising private high school willing to consider them.
However, there was a catch–they would first need to pass an entrance exam and achieve a certain score to secure admission.
She had spent days running around, but she hadn’t locked down on anything yet.
The main issue was her standards. She didn’t want to settle for a subpar school, not for herself and certainly not for Timothy.
For now, the only thing she could do was focus on improving their grades as quickly as possible.
“Why is the vicious gal studying middle school math? Judging by her age, shouldn’t she be in high school?”
“Maybe she just looks older because she’s tall,”
“So all this time, when we were cursing at her, we might’ve been cursing at a minor?”
“I heard she’s 16. Sure, she’s a minor, but that doesn’t make her a child!”
Just then, two system messages popped up in the chat.
“Please be civil in the comments. Do not insult others.”
“The internet is not a lawless space. Maintaining order online is everyone’s responsibility.”
For a brief moment, the livestream chat fell silent. Then, as though someone had lit a fuse, the comment section exploded with activity.
