'That brat is pretty good to the cub. Is this the money he earned from his summer job? He gave it all to the cub?'
Holly Wyatt's eyes quivered. She slowly folded the plastic bag back up and raised a hand to wipe the corner of her eye.
She kept her head down, her hair hiding her profile and making it impossible to read her expression.
Silas Thornton sighed softly as his phone chimed.
He glanced down at it.
Quinn Zeller: [President Thornton, Holly Wyatt's parents have agreed to move to Bervenia.]
Silas Thornton: [Understood.]
*
「Monday.」
After class, Holly Wyatt ran into someone unexpected downstairs from the lecture hall.
Scott Sterling was leaning against a lamppost, dressed in a white shirt, beige slacks, and black sunglasses. He looked every bit the young college student.
A crowd of girls stood a short distance away, staring at him with star-struck eyes and whispering amongst themselves.
