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 ster, but to rank sixth in the nation on


    the preliminary exams? That was something beyond merely ‘good.”


    Prodigy, genius – she truly deserved every academic de.


    On the TV, Summer maintained herposure, 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 uing 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


    This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    website to check out my score or something.]


    stuff? I thought you went on thepetition


    Finding that a bit surprising, Emmitt asked, [There’s a website for yourpetition?]


    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, Delh was calling for lunch, so Emmitt pocketed his phone, standing up with a cursory nce


    at the book Mirabe had just closed.


    The cover was littered with French, not a hint of English trantion, 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 regr French textbook, he wouldn’t have thought twice, but this… Well, it


    certainly screamed sophistication.


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    Chapter 83


    Shaking his head, Emmitt couldn’t help but feel disapproved, then he headed to the study to call Shawn


    for lunch.


    At the table. Delh 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,”


    Delh 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, Delh feared her child would turn into a real nerd.


    When Emmitt heard Delh’sment about the strain of reading books, he shot her a peculiar


    nce. Everyone read books rted to high school courses. But what was his sister into?


    This unconditional favoritism Delh showed her daughter wasn’t something he was keen to praise.