Chapter 110\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy lifted her gaze to Stanley. \u201cNo, I\u2019m leaving tonight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tried to pull her wrist free from his firm grip, but Stanley\u2019s grip held fast. His strength was unyielding, making it impossible for her to move. He parted his lips, his voice as calm as ever.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow, go to Clavendale University to register.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy froze. \u201cWhy?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sending you there to study. Everything\u2019s been arranged, and you\u2019ll be studying medicine there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy was speechless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was really sending her to Clavendale University to study medicine? Had he even thought about what he was saying? Was he serious?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going!\u201d Wendy snapped, refusing immediately.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley frowned, his brows drawing together in a handsome line. \u201cWendy, Clavendale University is one of the best in the country. It\u2019s not easy to get in. This is a rare opportunity. I know you stopped studying at 16, but now I\u2019m offering you a chance. Aren\u2019t you interested in medicine? If you study hard, one day you can shine just like Jessica does on her stage.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy stood still, too stunned to respond at first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He really did think so little of her!\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was furious beyond words.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, she clenched her teeth and held back her frustration. \u201cFine. I\u2019ll go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, she yanked her wrist free from his grasp and stormed out of the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy entered Glinda\u2019s room, where the old lady was sitting on the bed, working on some needlework. She had reading glasses perched on her nose as she knitted a sweater.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma, why aren\u2019t you in bed yet?\u201d Wendy walked over to her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, you\u2019re just in time. I\u2019ve knitted you a little vest. Try it on and see if it fits.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Glinda tied off the last thread and carefully draped the vest over Wendy\u2019s shoulders.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Mrs. Glinda, it fits her perfectly,\u201d Freddy said with a smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Standing just outside the door, Stanley heard the laughter coming from within. He looked up to see Wendy wearing a pale yellow sleeveless knitted vest. The small vest clung to her delicate frame, accentuating her slender figure. Her long, jet\u2013black hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, and her little face, fran by her soft hair, appeared even more angelic.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Glinda had a good eye for color. The soft yellow suited Wendy perfectly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma, I have plenty of clothes. You don\u2019t need to strain your eyes knitting for me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was just thinking that autumn is coming, and the weather is going to get colder, I don\u2019t want you to catch a\u00a0<\/p>\n
cold, so I made this for you to keep you warm.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 110\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s nose suddenly turned pink, a warm feeling spreading through her chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
Freddy laughed softly. \u201cMrs. Wendy, Mrs. Glinda hasn\u2019t done any knitting for years. Not even Mr. Stanley has an item of clothing Mrs. Glinda has made with her own hands,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Glinda playfully scolded him. \u201cStanley has so many people around him. He won\u2019t get cold. But Wendy is different. She\u2019s always by herself.\u201c.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy had grown up taking care of herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something in Wendy\u2019s heart shifted, softening, as though her most vulnerable place had been gently touched. She reached out, wrapping her arms around Glinda.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes became misty, a layer of pinkness covering her fair cheeks. She buried her face in Glinda\u2019s warm shoulder and clung to her for a moment, reluctant to let go. \u2018Grandma, thank you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She really wanted to thank Glinda.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wanted to thank Glinda for the warmth, understanding, and care she had given her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was grateful to Glinda for welcoming her into the Hawk family.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Hawk family estate was the warmest place she had ever known. It was her safe haven, her home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But it would never truly belong to her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t keep it, no matter how she tried.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had to leave soon.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.<\/p>\n
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