Chapter 288: Miss Lawrence Living in a Fantasy

What a pity! What a pity! He had neglected his daughter in the past, and now he doubted she would acknowledge him as her father. It had been a month since he moved out, and they hadn’t spoken to each other. George had some grievances against Cheyenne for that.

After all, he was her elder, and if she had come to him with an apology or just a simple phone call to greet him, he would have pretended like nothing happened.

But Cheyenne was even more composed, seemingly untouched by it all. Malaya and Nora sat there, silently contemplating the newspaper before them, each with their own thoughts.

The matter had become so widely known that even Principal Shepard couldn’t pretend it didn’t exist. Akloit College’s official Twitter account published his 3, 000-word apology letter, along with an explanation for his earlier words, stating that it was out of a deep love for talent.

Cheyenne was a promising student, but she didn’t like being confined by conventional rules. He believed in “teaching according to the student’s ability” to retain talented individuals.

His words of clarification were generally well-received by netizens, although some couldn’t help but express bitterness about it not being fair.

However, most netizens were impressed by Cheyenne’s achievements. They pointed out that if you could achieve any one of Miss Lawrence’s accomplishments, Principal Shepard would also make exceptions for you.

If you couldn’t match that, you had no right to complain about fairness. In this world, there was no absolute fairness. Some people had a photographic memory, while others couldn’t remember after reading a thousand times. Was that fair?

The only thing we could do was to strive for fairness in this inherently unfair world. You couldn’t choose your birth, but you could choose the path you’d take in the future.

villa, Cheyenne paid no attention to the online commotion she had stirred up. She was wearing a cute ginger-yellow doll dress

watch as Cheyenne opened the door but dared not enter. They gazed at her, sitting on the sofa, savoring ice-cold watermelon while the air-conditioning was running inside the house, and they wished they could stick their faces inside to escape the heat. Omari, dressed in a white pinstriped shirt and dark

his voice was as clear as a brook under the moonlight. “Would you like some? It’s scorching hot today, taking a bite of watermelon will quench your thirst, and the ice-cold, sweet watermelon juice in your belly can relieve the heat

were fixed on the watermelon in Omari’s hands. Several people

said, “Thank you, Mr. Lara, but we’d like

had finally recovered the burned herbs. The two of them discussed their plans for the evening while enjoying

at the door with the large watermelon, weighing nearly seven to eight pounds, effortlessly held in one hand. He turned sideways and made a “please” gesture

you can come

you, Mr.

was sunburned, her raven-black shoulder-length hair damp with sweat, sticking

Disheveled.

pure eyes were like a small deer in the woods, free of any impurities, innocently thinking that this man was being sincere. She even praised Omari for being really handsome

identified emitted a chilling voice just as she was about to

in his tone, it was clear that he was

‘Criminal Law,’ unlawful intrusion into

golden-rimmed glasses, his charming eyes shone

man who was now using the gentlest tone in the world to deliver

at a loss for what to do, her plump eyes fixed on him, and her voice, as soft as a mosquito,

I could go inside to interview

this house, and Cheyenne hasn’t agreed to let you in for

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