When Sean drove Aaliyah out of the grammar school, what the two siblings didn't know was that in addition to the curious colleagues and naughty students, someone else also saw them.
At that time, the woman was sitting in a low-key and luxurious green Bentley car, with a slight smile at the corners of her eyes with some crow's feet.
Watching the new and lively teacher get on the bus happily, the finger wearing the emerald ring loosened, the car curtains closed gently, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's great to be young..."
Honorary principal of New Testament Grammar School and famous philanthropist, Helens Tarot.
"Madam, do you remember the time when you and your husband were young?" The driver, who was wearing a hat, was about fifty years old, with a smile under his gold-rimmed eyes.
Ms. Taro's husband, Riggins Ross Taro, was one of the giants in Newland's retail industry. He passed away eight years ago due to liver disease.
Upon hearing the old driver's question, Ms. Talo just smiled and did not answer.
"Go home, Brooke."
"Okay, ma'am." The old driver gently started the vehicle and drove forward.
Ms. Taro has soft orange hair mixed with gray, and dignified and elegant facial features. Even if she is not wearing expensive custom-made clothes, people will involuntarily feel respect when they see her appearance.
She had just put on her glasses and was about to read the poetry collection at hand when she caught a glimpse of the scene on the roadside.
She immediately put down her glasses and poetry book, and patted the driver Brooke on the shoulder with a slightly wrinkled hand: "Brooke, be careful..."
She pointed at the back of a little girl wearing a floral red dress carrying a schoolbag and walking slowly on the side of the road.
There is a puddle of water on the roadside in front of her. If a vehicle passes too fast, it will splash sewage and possibly stain the little girl's shoes and clothes.
"Understood, Mrs. Tarot." Brooke knew that Ms. Tarot, whom he had followed for many years, had always been so kind. He braked lightly, slowed down the Bentley car, and drove slowly through the puddles...
When passing by the little girl, Ms. Taro took a closer look at the little girl and suddenly frowned: "Stop the car, Brooke."
The driver stepped on the brakes as if necessary, stopped the car, and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong, madam?"
Without answering the question, Ms. Taro had already got out of the car, and came to the little girl regardless of her brand new shiny high heels stepping on the stagnant water.
The little girl, who was pale and mumbling something while walking, suddenly found an adult standing next to her.
She stopped and took a closer look - it was Principal Taro who came to the class today and distributed new schoolbags and stationery to everyone...
"Hello, principal!" The little girl was not shy and bowed to Taro generously, her little schoolbag rattling.
Taro knelt down in front of the little girl and brushed away the hair that was stuck to her cheeks due to sweat: "What's your name?"
"Jenny Potter, Mrs. Tarlow."
"Okay, Jenny Potter." Taro said with an encouraging smile on her face, "What were you saying just now?"
"I'm counting my steps, Mrs. Taro." Jenny blushed slightly.
"Counting steps? Counting the steps you take to walk home?"
Jenny nodded.
"How many steps can we walk home?"
"More than eighteen thousand steps." Jenny said with some pride as her peers could only count to hundreds.
Taro raised her eyebrows in surprise and said in an exaggerated tone: "You can count more than 10,000 steps...
"You must be good at math!"
"First in the class!"
"Jenny Hart, we really should give you a certificate!"
Jenny's face turned red, the red color of excitement and happiness.
Although there was a smile on Taro's face, her heart was pinched.
She just saw little Jenny walking past the only stop sign nearby.
As for the cloth shoes on her feet, the soles have been smoothed and many patches have been applied...
At the request of her honorary principal, New Testament Grammar School recruits 20% of students from poor families in the "downtown area" every year.
If nothing unexpected happened, Jenny Hart probably chose to walk 18,000 steps home because her family was poor and could not afford the round-trip bus fare.
The same goes for school.
Since her husband's death, Ms. Taro has been helping residents in Lower Town for eight years.
Although she is one of the few richest women in the New Testament, the number of poor people in Xiacheng District is too large. Even if she devotes herself to charity, sad things still happen.
Ms. Taro took Jenny Hart into the car and took a special detour to see off her "little distinguished guest."
On the way home, Taro learned that Jenny's mother died of malaria a few years ago.
Her father originally worked at Donald Brewery, but broke his leg in a drunken accident. Now he can only make some plastic flowers at home to support the family...
Therefore, Jenny's family was very poor. If it weren't for Ms. Taro's appeal and sponsorship, she might not even be able to read.
Jenny's father, Hart, often told her about the good deeds done by Ms. Tallow.
Therefore, in Jenny's eyes, Tarot is as amiable and respectable as the fairy in the story.
The vehicle drove into the lower city where sewage flowed. Some residents recognized Ms. Taro's car and stopped one after another. They tapped their fingers to make diamond shapes on their bodies and prayed to Holy Father Keen to bless this good man.
The vehicle stopped some distance from Jenny's home. Before getting off the car, Taro handed the autographed letter written in the car into Jenny's hands and asked her to bring it to her father.
"Study hard, Jenny." Ms. Taro said with a smile before leaving. "There will be bread, and there will be milk."
After watching the green limousine drive off the street, Jenny Hart turned around and ran towards home with some excitement.
The door to the house opened with a clang. Mr. Hart, a messy-haired man with a cracked lens on one side of his glasses, was cooking under the illumination of a kerosene lamp. Hearing the sound of Jenny pushing the door, he walked out of the kitchen with some dissatisfaction. He was just getting ready. Teach your daughter a lesson...
"Dad, you won't believe who I came back with just now!"
After receiving the white letterhead, Hart opened the envelope with suspicion and saw the signature "Honorary Principal of New York City Grammar School" Helens Tallon, and the three hundred New Zealand dollars enclosed with the letter...
Three hundred New Zealand dollars!
Hart was in disbelief as he held the three New York bills with the faces of the founding fathers and Keane on them...
Three hundred New Zealand dollars, this is already three months of living expenses for the Harts and their daughter!
Hart, who was still worried about his winter clothes, suddenly felt as happy and free as if he had been loosened.
"Thank you Holy Father!" The lame father hugged his daughter, closed his eyes tightly under the cracked lenses, and kissed his daughter's hair deeply...
At this time, the children in Xiacheng District were all on their way home after school.
In that muddy and greasy urban area forgotten by the modern city, smoke rises from thousands of homes...
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"Awesome Sean!"
At the beach in New York City, after getting the "Iris Notes" and "Fantasy Feather Earrings" and hearing Sean introduce the two mysterious inheritances, Aaliyah hugged her brother excitedly.
Due to my brother's prohibition, I can't get involved in the world of exploration, but I still have a huge curiosity about the world of exploration...
Unexpectedly, Arya Dickinson was so happy that she could receive two mysterious inheritances belonging to her.
"I will make good use of it!" The slender fingers held the ancient blank notebook tightly and pressed it against his heart.
Sean picked up the earring...it was a small piece of blue feather like a dark cloud: "Shall I put it on for you?"
Aaliyah nodded with a smile, and obediently stretched out her left ear, revealing the delicate and beautiful curve of her jaw and collarbone.
Sean's eyes did not stay on his sister's fair skin, and his dexterous fingers quickly put on the earrings for Aaliyah.
The beauty-loving girl kept turning the angle in the rearview mirror, and a small blue feather slowly rotated under Aaliyah's left earlobe.
It made her more beautiful and fairer.
"It suits you very well..." Sean smiled, "Happy birthday, Ellie."
"Thank you, brother." Aaliyah stared at Sean with smiling eyes. She leaned over and pecked Sean's slightly stubbled left cheek.
Sean was elated for a moment, but his face still remained calm...
