Chapter 914 High School Chronicles: The Token

It was 6:45 am in the morning. Emelie was walking to school as she ran into her classmate along the way. So, they walked together.

However, Emelie seemed off that day. Her classmate noticed and asked, "Are you feeling okay? Did you stay up late studying again?"

"No. I went to bed early last night, but I feel a little dizzy. Not sure what's wrong," Emelie said.

Her classmate touched Emelie's forehead and confirmed that she didn't have a fever.

"I've got some balm with me. Want some?" her classmate said.

Emelie replied. "Sure, thanks."

"Don't mention it," her classmate said.

Since Emelie had skipped a grade, she was the youngest in the class. Emelie was two years younger than her classmate, who treated her like a little sister.

Emelie applied the balm to her temples. After that, she returned it to her classmate, who was staring off into the distance.

"Isn't that William over there? Standing by his car, talking to someone? He even got bodyguards with him," she said.

Emelie didn't catch what she had said. She thought that her classmate had just spotted someone familiar and said, "Want to go say hi?"

Her classmate showed an exaggerated expression. "Who dares?"

No one in their right mind would casually greet William.

Emelie's classmate grabbed her hand and urged, "Let's go."

But as soon as Emelie started running, her head throbbed even more.

When William turned his head and saw Emelie's retreating figure. As her school uniform skirt twirled in the breeze, his gaze deepened.

"Will." The woman in the car called out to him.

William's expression turned neutral again as he retracted his gaze.

"You two are over seventy, combined. If you still can't take responsibility for your choices, you've practically wasted your lives." His voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

The woman fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "I've tried my best to tolerate him, but he openly moved in with his secretary. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to divorce him. Otherwise, they'll drive me mad."

William remained silent.

chest rising again. It wasn't sharp enough to

and she was finally

forcibly tied these two strangers together for twenty years. They had never argued or fought and lived as if

at the same dinner table without ever exchanging

were insane. Maybe everyone

parents, the ones who gave

better than Henry in some ways. Perhaps because William was her son, she'd held on to a sliver of maternal love. But in recent years, she had developed

everything. I've been telling you-if it's not working, leave. There's no need to torture yourself. Just let me know when the papers are

City today," Whitney replied with

"Will, do you hate me? You haven't been home for

smile tugged at William's lips. "You guys

lived in separate houses, and none of them returned to what was supposed to

it. Where are you going after you leave Capebatt City?" William said in a flat

I want to

everything arranged? Your place, and the doctors. Do you have someone

has sorted it

internally upon hearing the

the chains that had bound her for most of

was still only in high school. Despite his maturity and independence, she wasn't sure if

clearly states that your father can't have more children, even if he remarries. The Middleton estate and Cloudex

thing that she

his

or Cloudex. Henry could have ten more children, and it wouldn't matter. If William wanted the legacy, he could take them back. Whitney didn't need to

Whitney a hug. "You've been through a lot these years. Take care of yourself. If I have time during the

emotionally and pulled out a small box. "Here. This is

translucent crystal, no bigger than his

recognized it immediately.

this to you,"

grandmother said a master blessed it

to her. "You should

Whitney shook her head.

my mind

that William took the crystal and placed it around his

with approval as tears welled in

William tucked the

his skin. Then, he headed

but he was even colder that day,

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