After listening to Nora Scott's analysis, Oliver Scott barely said a word along the way.
On the road, Nora got out of the car to buy him breakfast; he quietly finished it as well.
Nowhere near as sunny and cheerful as usual.
At eight forty, Nora drove the car to the school gate.
"Sis, we're heading in."
Oliver said to Nora, reaching for the door handle to get out.
"Wait."
Nora suddenly called him back.
Oliver's movement paused.
"If you let yourself be affected by her, then this battle is already lost for you." Nora turned her head, fixed her eyes on him, and said word by word, "There is nothing worth trading your future for."
Oliver was stunned for a moment.
Then he smiled slightly. "Okay."
Just a light, offhand sentence, yet enough to make a person suddenly see the light and let go of the grudges hidden deep in their heart.
Alma Ferreira's matter needed an ending.
But—
That would be after the college entrance exam.
