The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 62: What a coincidence, I’m at No. 1 Middle School_1

"Edric, Edric?"

Ghania Quinlan was so shocked she stuttered, only to feel the Fisher family’s gaze crashing down on her like a storm, especially Mrs. Fisher’s, whose look was just short of overt disdain for her.

She forced a smile more hideous than tears and coaxed softly, "Don’t you like the little bunny? It’s okay, big sister can also make little cats and dogs, I’ll peel another one for you. Which one do you like?"

"Do I look like I’m three?"

Edric Yancey showed her no kindly face, his still childlike features only expressing impatience. Although he wasn’t three, he was obviously only five!

That day when he struggled in the river’s waters, he saw her standing on the bridge, watching him coldly, gesturing and pointing at him, and now she was here, currying favor with him.

Ghania Quinlan didn’t give up, subtly pushing the plate of fruit towards him in a semi-forceful way, smiling pretentiously, "Edric, don’t be stubborn. You are sick and need to replenish vitamins, have a slice, okay?"

"Aren’t you annoying!"

Edric Yancey flipped the plate that was nearly at his mouth. Pears scattered all over the floor, his face turned dark as if he was angry. He rolled over, shouting at everyone in the room, "Get out! All of you, get out! I want to sleep!"

Mrs. Fisher immediately pulled her away, her face looking dreadful: "Look at the mess you’ve made!"

Ghania found herself in a clumsy predicament, losing face in front of the Fisher family, feeling both gloomy and aggrieved. Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she didn’t dare make a sound when her finger was cut and bled by the plate.

It was Zayn Fisher who took her hand, hurriedly telling her, "Let’s go, Ghania. Let’s step out for now."

*

South Garden 6th floor.

After handing the Flesh Ganoderma to Aunt Cagwin, Nathalie Quinlan stayed to chat with Uncle Cagwin on the sickbed for a while. Seeing the sick man’s waxen face tired, she got up, and speaking to Freddy Cagwin who stood in silence by the side, said, "Come with me."

The door to the ward was left ajar.

"Come here, walk further away."

Nathalie led him to the far end of the corridor. Once sure the couple in the ward wouldn’t hear them, she stopped, opened a window in the hallway, irritably took out a piece of gum from her pocket, and casually tossed the tiny sugar pill into her mouth.

It was sweet.

Sweet with a tang of orange.

She squinted, leaning against the window, her dark, deep eyes landing on the person who had come out.

Freddy Cagwin still had bandages on his arms, and his face bore the remnants of a fight, looking utterly disheveled.

Nathalie narrowed her eyes and asked him, "How do you like mixing it up in the society?"

Freddy turned his head away, muttering sullenly, "It’s none of your business!"

She laughed, the corners of her eyes carrying a hint of roguishness, a bit wild, shifting her pose, "If it weren’t for Aunt and Uncle Cagwin, do you think I’d bother with you?"

"...I never asked you to!" Freddy turned his head, his pride seemingly hurt.

Nathalie couldn’t be bothered to waste her breath on him, cutting to the chase, "You said you wanted to make something of yourself in society, and you did go. Three months passed and the fact is, you’ve achieved nothing. Now you should keep your promise to me, return to school, study hard and stop worrying Aunt and Uncle Cagwin."

Freddy couldn’t understand why she was always so composed, like a ship that’s sailed a thousand seas, standing majestic and unmoved, no matter how fierce the ocean waves were.

She looked just as old as he was!

He managed a scornful smile, "Do you think I can just go back to school if I want to?"

He had forcibly taken a three-month break from school. Going back now was going to be tough.

Nathalie raised an eyebrow, asking him, "Which school did you attend before? I’ll talk to your school for you."

"It’s no use," said Freddy, though he still informed her, "McKinney No. 1 Middle School. I was in Class A. No. 1 Middle School is strict, and the headteacher of Class A is dominating; she won’t agree to me going back and dragging down the class average."

His grades had been quite good before, among the top five in the class, and Nancy Sullivan had been quite favorable towards him. But he knew Nancy valued students’ academic performance highly; what was possible before didn’t mean it was possible now.

Nathalie pulled at the corner of her mouth, expressionless, "What a coincidence, I’m also at No. 1 Middle School, in Class A, too."