Chapter 89
Emmitt’s eyebrows shot up, a look of utter surprise and astonishment painting his features. He was well–aware that his foster sister’s grades were nothing short of stellar, but to rank sixth in the nation on the preliminary exams? That was something beyond merely ‘good.”
Prodigy, genius – she truly deserved every academic accolade.
On the TV, Summer maintained her composure, answering the host’s questions with a calm and modest demeanor. “Preliminary scores don’t really mean much,” she said coolly. “I’m just going to keep pushing forward, aiming to do well in the upcoming rounds and live up to everyone’s expectations.”
The host, all smiles, smoothly transitioned to interviewing the other team members.
Emmitt’s attention drifted from the TV, and he fished out his phone to shoot a message to Summer on Messenger. [Congrats on snagging the sixth spot in the nation on those prelims.]
At that moment, Summer, phone in hand, saw the sudden message from Emmitt and paused briefly before responding: [Thanks, Emmitt. How’d you find out about my score, though?)
Emmitt chuckled, typing back, [Just saw your interview on TV.]
Summer’s fingers hesitated on the screen for a moment. [Lol, you actually watch that kind of
website to check out my score or something.]
stuff? I thought you went on the competition
Finding that a bit surprising, Emmitt asked, [There’s a website for your competition?]
Summer’s gaze narrowed slightly as she replied, [Yeah, but to check personal scores, you need the entry number. Otherwise, just checking the rankings is a pain, considering how many high schools and students are involved nationwide.]
Emmitt: [Makes sense. When’s your next exam? Don’t forget to let me know your results.]
Another cute emoji popped up from Summer, [Sure thing! After next week’s round, I’ll text you as soon as I get my scores.]
Emmitt: [Good luck!]
By then, Delilah was calling for lunch, so Emmitt pocketed his phone, standing up with a cursory glance at the book Mirabella had just closed.
The cover was littered with French, not a hint of English translation, and it looked incredibly dense. Even with his decent grasp of French, Emmitt couldn’t decipher the book’s theme or content.
She had been so engrossed in this French read, without any English glossary, that she hadn’t even been distracted by the television. Wasn’t that a bit too much of a show?
If she were diving into a regular French textbook, he wouldn’t have thought twice, but this… Well, it certainly screamed sophistication.
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Shaking his head, Emmitt couldn’t help but feel disapproved, then he headed to the study to call Shawn for lunch.
At the table. Delilah didn’t fuss over her eldest son, instead, she busied herself with serving her daughter. “Mira, eat up. You’ve been holed up with your books so much; you’re looking too thin,” Delilah said with concern.
Other kids were out shopping with friends during the holidays, but her daughter was buried in books round the clock. At this rate, Delilah feared her child would turn into a real nerd.
When Emmitt heard Delilah’s comment about the strain of reading books, he shot her a peculiar glance. Everyone read books related to high school courses. But what was his sister into?
This unconditional favoritism Delilah showed her daughter wasn’t something he was keen to praise.
