Chapter 829: 255: Powerful Background_2
“My goodness, there are so many people!” Delia Frieman was quite surprised.
“Yes.” Rachel Barton nodded.
Delia Frieman then asked, “How are your roommates? Are they easy to get along with?”
“There are two locals, who seem to be quite competitive. The other one doesn’t talk much, so I can’t tell what she’s like.” Rachel Barton replied.
“They haven’t bullied you, have they?” Delia Frieman asked with a hint of nervousness.
Delia Frieman smiled and nodded, “That’s good.”
Changing the subject, Delia Frieman advised, “Rachel, you should try to get along with your dormmates, avoid arguing with them. Down the road, they could be your connections.”
“I know, big sister,” Rachel Barton nodded.
She didn’t say much since Delia Frieman, who was not well-educated, didn’t know the realities of university life.
Not everyone you meet in university can become a valuable connection later in life.
Especially people like Marvis and Kitty.
Both of them look down on outsiders to their core.
Delia Frieman continued, “My biggest wish in life was to go to university and achieve my dreams, but… fate had other plans.”
With this, she looked at Rachel Barton, “So, Rachel, you need to study hard. Ideally, after finishing university, continue with graduate studies, even pursue a PhD.”
She placed all of her own high hopes on Rachel Barton.
Rachel Barton did have plans to attend graduate school, but this was her own business after all.
She would sit for the exams if she was willing to do so, but wouldn’t if she didn’t want to. No one could force her to do otherwise.
When Delia Frieman voiced these sentiments, they somehow carried a different weight.
Delia Frieman shouldn’t interfere in Rachel Barton’s future plans.
“Big sister, let’s talk about this later.” Rachel Barton smiled, “I’m only in my freshman year now. I still have four years of college ahead of me.”
Delia Frieman nodded, “Yes, there’s no rush. Whatever decisions you make, I will stand by you.”
Somehow, Rachel Barton felt a strong resentment towards this statement.
What could Delia Frieman possibly offer in terms of support?
Money earned from selling herself?
Rachel Barton frowned imperceptibly and fell silent.
The bucket was filled with water.
Delia Frieman picked up the bucket and started to leave, “Rachel, you should go to bed. I’m going to go wash up.”
“Okay.” It wasn’t until Delia Frieman left her room that Rachel Barton let out a sigh of relief.
She didn’t particularly enjoy being alone with Delia Frieman.
After Delia Frieman left, Rachel Barton picked up some disinfectant and cleaned every corner of the dormitory before going to sleep.
Viola Thompson, as usual, woke up early for a run.
The Thompson Family Manor was especially tranquil in the morning.
As she was running, Viola Thompson suddenly caught the scent of fruit. Looking up, she realized that the apples in the garden had ripened.
Viola Thompson stopped running, touching her chin as she gazed at the brilliant red apples overhead.
Upon seeing her stop, Bread also slowed and sat down.
Just then, a gardener came over and said respectfully, “Miss, do you want an apple? If so, I can pick one for you.”
The Thompson Family Manor didn’t just grow apples, but also pomegranates, pears, bayberries…
Apple and orange season had arrived.
“No need, I’ll pick it myself,” Viola Thompson declined.
With that, she rolled up her sleeves, climbed the tree and started plucking apples.
It was a spontaneous decision. She hadn’t climbed a tree in quite a while.
The gardener, Uncle Thompson, nervously watched Viola Thompson climb the tree, “Be careful not to fall, young lady!”
If something happened to the Thompson’s family’s princess, he couldn’t bear the responsibility.
“Don’t worry, I won’t fall.”
As Viola Thompson spoke, she plucked a red apple, and without fuss, she brushed it off on her clothes and took a bite.
It was fragrant, crisp, and sweet, apart from its small size, it had no other flaws compared to those bought elsewhere.
After finishing one apple, Viola Thompson picked another.
Two voices could be heard from the distance.
Upon listening, it sounded like Mandel Thompson.
Viola Thompson looked through the trees to see two figures approaching from a distance.
One was Mandel Thompson.
And the other was Mr. White.
“Bread?” Mandel Thompson saw Bread sitting under the tree and looked puzzled, “What are you doing there?”