Chapter 267: Chapter 277: Your Senior Winslow and Senior Quincy Are Married

Robin Roland smiled. "I may look thin, but I’m strong. Back when Young Yancy was three or four, I used to carry him on my back while selling newspapers every day. I’d go from morning to night and not even feel tired."

The woman showed no trace of bitterness or complaint as she spoke. Instead, a smile graced her face as she reminisced about her child’s younger days.

Holly Winslow was touched. It made her think of Wyatt Winslow. ’Her dad is the same way.’

In truth, she had her father, so she never lacked for anything; he had even filled the role of a mother for her.

She asked curiously, "Aunt Roland, you’ve been selling newspapers for many years?"

"For many years now. I started the year I was pregnant with Young Yancy. Selling newspapers might not seem respectable, but I can make three to four thousand a month."

Robin Roland didn’t mention the hardships behind that three to four thousand, but Holly Winslow understood. ’If it were really that easy to make money selling newspapers, everyone would be doing it.’

"Aunt Roland, why don’t you rent a small stand? You could set it up somewhere with a lot of foot traffic. That should work, right?"

"It’s expensive. It costs three or four hundred a month." Robin Roland explained, then added, "Once Young Yancy graduates and gets a job, I’ll go back and rent a stand to sell from."

Ultimately, it was all to save a little money for Yara Nolan’s education.

The two returned to the Winslow family’s home. Holly Winslow brought out the food, which had been kept warm in the rice cooker and was ready to eat immediately.

Seeing the fish dish made especially for her on the table, Robin Roland felt a little embarrassed. "Holly, I won’t have any. I ate some bread on the bus."

"Aunt Roland, please eat. If you don’t eat it now, it won’t be good to reheat for lunch. You know how fish falls apart when you reheat it." Holly Winslow grabbed the remote and turned on the air conditioner.

Hearing this, Robin Roland didn’t say anything more.

...

As it neared noon, Holly Winslow started cooking lunch to bring to Wyatt Winslow and the others. Robin Roland offered to cook instead, using the pickled vegetables and cured meat she had brought to stir-fry a dish.

The aroma was so tempting that Holly Winslow couldn’t resist trying a piece. "Aunt Roland, this cured meat you stir-fried is delicious."

"Anyone could make it taste that way, stir-fried with pickled vegetables. I brought a few pounds of pickled vegetables and cured meat for you this time. If you like it, I’ll bring more next time."

"Then I’ll thank you in advance, Aunt Roland," Holly Winslow said without ceremony.

Holly Winslow had originally planned to just drop off the food and come back, but hearing Robin Roland mention "Young Yancy" with every other breath, she figured the woman must really miss him. So, she packed enough food for four people and went to the factory to eat with them.

On the way, she called Wyatt Winslow and told them to hold off on eating.

...

「The Office.」

Holly Winslow picked up a piece of cured meat with her chopsticks and gave it to Wyatt Winslow. "Dad, eat up. Aunt Roland’s stir-fried cured meat is really good."

People who cook often worry that others won’t like their food. Robin Roland subconsciously glanced at Wyatt Winslow to see his reaction, and just as she did, he looked over at her, prompted by Holly Winslow’s words.

Their eyes met, creating a strange, awkward tension.

Robin Roland quickly looked away and said unnaturally, "It’s nothing special, really. Just make do."

Wyatt Winslow, who always wore a serious expression, didn’t change his demeanor. "It’s very good."

After lunch, Holly Winslow went with Robin Roland to clean the apartment where Yara Nolan was staying. She saw it was a two-bedroom, one-living-room unit and, with a glance at Robin Roland, understood Wyatt Winslow’s intentions.

"Aunt Roland, you can stay here for a few more days. There are two bedrooms, after all."

Robin Roland thought another worker would be moving in. She shook her head. "It’s fine. I’ll buy a train ticket tonight and head back."

"Aunt Roland, you don’t have anything urgent to do anyway, so stay a few more days. I heard my dad say no other workers will be moving in for now, so don’t worry," Holly Winslow said with a grin.

In the end, Robin Roland agreed to stay. That evening, she bought groceries and invited Holly Winslow and Wyatt Winslow over for dinner. During the meal, Mortimer Quincy called, but Holly Winslow rejected his call every time.

A sign that she was "mad" at him.

Wyatt Winslow noticed her actions. While driving later, he suddenly asked, "What’s wrong?"

Holly Winslow was confused. "Hm?" she hummed. "Dad, nothing’s wrong."

Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together, assuming she didn’t want to worry him. The car fell silent. It was only a moment later that Holly Winslow belatedly remembered rejecting the calls. "Dad, are you talking about Mortimer and me?"

Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled confidently. "We’re fine, really. He wouldn’t dare fight with me."

"Good." Wyatt Winslow said nothing more.

...

After showering and returning to her bedroom, she took out her phone and saw she already had 99+ messages.

Holly Winslow let out a smiling "Hmph," then leisurely scrolled through the chat history before finally replying.

The next second, a call came in.

"Honey, I was wrong."

"Wrong? I don’t think you think you’re wrong. You’ll just do it again next time." Holly Winslow knew his habits all too well. There were some things he’d never do, but others he’d do again and again.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. "You know the answer already, honey, but you still ask."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She said plaintively, "Can’t you just say you won’t do it again?"

Mortimer Quincy said, "I can’t. After all, I still want to give my honey kisses and hugs and lift her up high."

Holly Winslow: "..."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Mortimer Quincy stopped teasing her. "Honey, I’m leaving on a business trip tomorrow. For half a month."

"Okay." Holly Winslow sat at her desk, casually pulled out an exam paper to work on, and added, "I asked Teacher Chaucer about the internship in the second semester of senior year. He told me to go see him tomorrow."

"Are you scared?" Mortimer Quincy asked, typing on his keyboard with one hand as he worked on a document.

Holly Winslow let out a grinning "Hmph." "Scared of what? I’m Teacher Winslow, a seasoned teacher with four or five years of experience!"

Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle. "My apologies, Teacher Winslow."

Holly Winslow couldn’t help but smile. "You’re forgiven."

The two of them talked for over an hour before hanging up.

「Noon the next day. Jarton High, the office.」

When Gabe Chaucer saw Holly Winslow arrive, he amiably beckoned her in. Holly said politely, "Teacher Chaucer."

Gabe Chaucer smiled and said, half-jokingly, "How come Mortimer isn’t with you? Weren’t you two always inseparable before?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She rubbed the tip of her nose, embarrassed. "He’s on a business trip." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"No wonder."

Gabe Chaucer smiled and added, "About what you asked yesterday, I spoke to the dean of students. The dean asked the principal, and the principal said it’s fine. You can come for your internship in the second semester of your senior year."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Are you sure you want to be a teacher? With your academic credentials, you could find a great job, or even work at a better school."

"Not that our school is bad, of course. I just mean you have better options."

Holly Winslow said without hesitation, "Teacher Chaucer, I’ve already made up my mind."

Gabe Chaucer smiled. "That’s good too. In the future, our school will have a star teacher from Branton University. That alone will boost our reputation."

"When the time comes, don’t forget to look out for your old homeroom teacher, haha."

Holly Winslow beamed. "I’ll be the one needing your help in the future, Teacher Chaucer. I don’t know anything."

Gabe Chaucer waved his hand dismissively and chuckled. "Fresh blood is always the most vigorous. I’m getting old; I can’t compare to you young people."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "So when’s the wedding? I’m still waiting to get my wedding candy."

Holly Winslow shook her head. "We don’t know yet."

Just as Gabe Chaucer was about to say something, a female student came in with a question. He smiled and said to the student, "Have your Senior Winslow explain it to you. Your Senior Winslow is a Branton University student."

Hearing the mention of Branton University, the girl looked at Holly Winslow with an expression of awe.

Holly Winslow didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She took the problem and explained it to the student. After she finished, the girl suddenly asked, "Senior Winslow, do you know Senior Quincy?"

Gabe Chaucer chuckled. "Your Senior Winslow and Senior Quincy are already married. What do you think, does she know him?"