Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 184: Reporting to University

Holly Winslow sent a screenshot of the "evidence" to Mortimer Quincy: Look what you’ve done. If Dad doesn’t spank you senseless, my name isn’t Winslow.

On the other end of the line, Mortimer Quincy was lounging on the sofa, casually commenting on the news about the good-looking, genius couple: A perfect match.

He hit send, and a moment later, a message came in.

After reading it, he replied innocently: What’s this?

’Hmm, not a bad review,’ Holly thought sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes. "..."

’It’s a headline and he doesn’t know?’

She was willing to bet that rascal Mortimer had even left a comment, and it was probably something shamelessly flirty. "Quincy the Puppy, I know exactly what you’re like without even having to guess."

You just wait for Dad to spank you raw.

Mortimer let out a low chuckle. "My dear wife, I’ll drop my pants and let you have at it."

Holly Winslow was stunned by the shameless and flirty Mortimer. "..."

She was starting to suspect that rascal had flirted his way to that perfect 750 score.

...

Garrison City producing a top scorer with a perfect score was a glorious and proud event. Mortimer Quincy’s handsome student ID photo was printed in every newspaper and publication.

He even appeared in the same paper as the mayor.

The neighborhood aunties’ gossip revolved around the Quincy and Winslow families. Every time Holly went downstairs and ran into them, the aunties would ask with beaming smiles, "Holly, are you dating that Quincy boy?"

A simple chat could easily last over ten minutes.

Holly Winslow learned her lesson and just holed up at home, refusing to go out.

This morning, the newspaper delivery arrived.

When Holly saw Wyatt Winslow flip the newspaper straight to the back, she guessed he had seen Mortimer’s student photo.

She found it inexplicably funny. Taking a sip of water, she asked, "Dad, what do you think about me applying to the math department at Branton University?"

Gabe Chaucer and Julian Carlton both agreed that her score was too high to be wasted on the education program at Branton University. They felt that if she wanted to be a teacher, the specific school wasn’t the most important factor.

As long as it was a top-tier, prestigious institution.

As for her major, she decided against foreign languages. She had already been studying them for seven or eight years, and while continuing would certainly give her an advantage, she knew something else.

Being a teacher wasn’t just about mastering one subject; you had to be knowledgeable in others as well.

In her past life, a student had asked her a math problem that she couldn’t answer.

The student had only replied with simple curiosity, "You don’t know either, Teacher?"

At that moment, she’d felt that she wasn’t cut out to be a teacher, that her lack of knowledge would end up misleading her students.

Later, Mortimer had comforted her: "There’s no shame in not knowing. The only shame is in not trying."

’That’s right. The only shame is in not trying.’

’If I don’t know how, I’ll work hard until I do.’

Wyatt Winslow didn’t respond right away. He looked at her for several seconds before asking in a serious, deep voice, "Do you like it?"

He knew math was Holly’s worst subject and had occasionally heard her come home and complain about it.

He added, "Choose what you like."

Holly froze. In that moment, it felt like she was experiencing the kind of selfless fatherly love you only read about in essays. He only cared if she liked it, not whether her score was "worth it" for that major or what her job prospects would be.

It wasn’t that he was being irresponsible; it was that he was confident in his ability to support her for the rest of her life.

She threw her arms around his shoulders. "Dad, I love it. I’m going to be a smart math teacher someday."

"Okay."

Wyatt Winslow studied her for a few more moments but didn’t say anything else.

The university application was already filled out. Her first choice was Branton University, and her second was Branton University’s College of Education.

Mortimer only put down Branton University’s finance department. With a perfect score, he had no fear of being rejected.

Holly was surprised at first when she learned Mortimer had applied for finance, but after a moment’s thought, she understood why.

Given their scores, it was no surprise that both of them received acceptance letters. Pantheon, Zeke Zane, and Cynthia Owens also got into Branton University.

Except for Cynthia Owens, who was in the same major as Mortimer, everyone else had chosen different fields of study.

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington were both in Branton City. Anna was at a first-tier art school in the city, while Iris, choosing her boyfriend over her friends, picked a second-tier school in Meridian City to be with Chris Chaucer.

With just over a month left, Holly went to get her driver’s license. Chauffered by Mortimer every day, she managed to get it without getting much of a tan.

By the time she had her license, it was already time for school to start. Garrison City wasn’t far from Branton City, just a seven or eight-hour drive away.

On the second day of the three-day registration period, Wyatt Winslow personally drove Holly to the university. The trunk and back seat were completely filled with her things.

Holly didn’t actually have much stuff; Wyatt was the one who had packed the car full for her.

At the entrance of Branton University, some male students had been assigned to welcome the freshmen. It was a hot afternoon, so the boys were lazing around under a tent, reluctant to move.

A boy in a gray t-shirt said, "Hey, look, that girl is pretty."

The other boys looked over. A boy in a white t-shirt stood up. "I’m going to go help the new student."

The pretty ones were called "new students"; the not-so-pretty ones were "invisible."

The boy in the white t-shirt walked over to help with the suitcases. "Hi, I’m here to welcome new students at Branton. What department are you in? Foreign Languages?"

The Foreign Languages department had always been known for its beauties.

Wyatt Winslow disliked the way the boy was looking at Holly. He pursed his lips. "No need."

Holly also waved him off, then pointed behind him. "Thanks, but no thanks. My people are here."

Mortimer Quincy, Zeke Zane, and Pantheon walked over. Zeke and Pantheon were still in flip-flops. When they saw Wyatt and Holly, they suddenly had a bad feeling about what was coming next.

"..."

’Dammit, we were supposed to be going out for dry pot!’

’Fuck.’

’We were so naive.’

They had all arrived the day before. Mortimer had originally planned to come with Holly, but figuring Wyatt would definitely be driving her, he came to the university early to get things settled.

Mortimer came over to take the luggage. He shot a displeased glance at the boy with ulterior motives, then looked at Wyatt Winslow and swallowed the words he wanted to say.

He took Holly’s suitcase from the boy and said flatly, "Thanks. You can go now."

The boy in the white t-shirt looked at Mortimer’s face. "..."

He scurried away dejectedly.

Wyatt didn’t say anything. The five of them started carrying the luggage, but the car was still half-full.

Pantheon had only brought one suitcase when he’d arrived yesterday and had plenty of space. He switched the bag he was carrying to his other hand. "Sis-in-law, you’ve got way too much stuff..."

Hearing him casually call her "sis-in-law," Zeke Zane’s eyes went wide, and he quickly nudged him.

’What the hell are you saying, you idiot? Believe it or not, Mortimer’s future father-in-law is about to backhand you.’

Pantheon realized his mistake. He clapped a hand over his mouth and glanced meekly at Wyatt Winslow, then met Mortimer’s glare. "..."

’I really didn’t mean it.’

To make up for his "blunder," he sensibly went to buy a few bottles of water. He handed the first one to Wyatt, trying to curry favor. "Uncle Winslow, have some water."

Wyatt glanced at Holly out of the corner of his eye. He accepted it. "Thanks. How much was it?" As he spoke, he handed the water to Holly.

To others, this might have sounded a bit distant, but Holly knew Wyatt was just thinking that they, as students, didn’t have much money.

She said with a grin, "Dad, don’t be so formal with them. I’ll treat them to dinner later."

Pantheon nodded vigorously. He chuckled. "Exactly! Uncle Winslow, don’t stand on ceremony with us. We’re all family here."

Mortimer gave him a cool glance and kicked him warningly.

’Who the hell is family with you?’

Somehow, Pantheon understood instantly. "..."

’I was just being polite!’

Wyatt Winslow glanced at Mortimer, whose eyes met his. "..."

Mortimer flinched.

Holly stood to the side, trying to stifle her laughter.

By the time they finished unpacking everything, her other three roommates still hadn’t arrived.

After dinner, it was already seven or eight o’clock. Wyatt was going to stay in a hotel for the night and head back the next day. Holly had offered to stay with him, but he said there was no need and insisted on watching her go into her dorm before he left.

Mortimer watched until Wyatt was far away, then turned to the inconvenient "third wheels" standing beside him. "You two can get lost now."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane: "..."

’Fuck.’

The two third wheels walked away, emitting a faint glow.