Chapter 571: Really Not Jealous at All?_1
Chapter 571: Really Not Jealous at All?_1
"Finished talking with Freddy Cagwin?"
As soon as Nathalie Quinlan approached, she saw the man leaning against the wall straighten and walk towards her. The black long coat he wore gave him an impressively tall and commanding presence, quite eye-catching.
She withdrew her line of sight, hummed an acknowledgment, and for some reason paused before adding an explanation, "I told him to go to school tomorrow. Aunt Cagwin has been scared out of her wits these past few days because of his matter, and I just persuaded her to go back to sleep. Uncle Cagwin is lying in bed unable to deal with him, so I have to worry a little more about his affairs."
Amadeus Yancey’s brows rose as he walked ahead. His originally deep-set eyes harbored a hint of displeasure, which now dispersed like dissipating clouds. His voice was low and enthralling. "I know you’re close with the Cagwin family. Uncle Cagwin and Aunt Cagwin are in poor health, you treat Freddy as a younger brother, and he’s your friend too, so it’s fine to look after him more."
Thankfully, Alfred Garland didn’t follow along.
If Alfred had come, he’d definitely have been unable to resist asking Amadeus, "Do you really think that way in your heart, or were you just not jealous when you saw Ms. Quinlan put her hand on Freddy’s shoulder?"
But since Alfred wasn’t there, and Nathalie Quinlan didn’t give it another thought.
Once they were in the car.
Nathalie had just fastened her seatbelt when Nancy Sullivan’s phone call came through again.
She glanced up from the corner of her eye, pulled out her phone, and despite feeling quite annoyed, she answered the call with politeness in her voice, "Hello, Mr. Sullivan."
Amadeus Yancey turned the car around and prepared to back out, his hand resting on the steering wheel. He didn’t hurry to drive back but patiently waited for her to finish the phone call.
Whatever was said on the other end of the line, Nathalie’s brows furrowed slightly, her delicate features showed impatience. She replied with an "Mm," then said, "I’m outside, I’ll come over later."
Where to? Amadeus Yancey raised his eyebrows, his deep eyes turning to the person on the phone.
Nathalie didn’t look his way but pressed the car window down, allowing the glass to lower halfway and fresh air to flow in from outside. Looking out the car window, she held the phone in one hand and rested the other on the edge of the window, exuding a strong, carefree aura.
"Alright, I’ve got it. Hanging up now."
Two minutes later, she hung up the call, put down the phone, and said in a low voice to the man beside her, "I need to make a trip to the school, there’s something I have to do."
"I’ll take you there," Amadeus responded seamlessly, having been waiting for her to finish the call. "Anyway, I’m free today, so I might as well accompany you."
In the past, Nathalie would have likely declined, but today she didn’t. She simply agreed with an "Alright," signifying her consent.
On the way from City Hospital to the school, she browsed through the school forum again. The thread might have gained more attention due to the students being at school; the view count had broken ten thousand, and the number of responses appeared to be burgeoning.
Nathalie, with her eyelashes lowered, casually scrolled through the posts and noticed quite a few from her class speaking up for her.
[Greenie: I’m from Class A in the senior year, and I’ve never seen Nathalie bully anyone?]
[Gun: Those who take the chance to curse and talk nonsense in the thread, if you are courageous, come to Class A and look for your sister. Your sister Clerent Miller of Class A won’t change her name or her seating place. I’m waiting for you!]
[Diving Tricks: I’m also from Class A, and the original poster saying that Nathalie formed cliques and isolated other students in class is an exaggeration. It’s just that she’s popular; everyone likes to hang out with her. Also, Wenny Taylor’s claim that Nathalie severely injured someone has not been confirmed. It’s just her word, and I think it’s best to take a rational approach, not to rush to point fingers at someone, to avoid ending up slapping our own faces.]
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