Chapter 237
Several students whipped out their phones and started dialing the police. Realizing the situation had completely spiraled out of control, the man and woman scrambled into their Audi and sped off.
“Stop them! Don’t let them get away p>
a student shouted.
“Let it go. The police are already on their way p>
Mr. Harth commanded, blocking the students from chasing the vehicle.
He didn’t want anyone getting run over by desperate fugitives.
Judging by Mira and Elara’s reactions, those two likely were Elara’s estranged family, not actual traffickers.
Scaring them off was enough for now.
“Listen up, everyone. This is why you must remain vigilant. Traffickers are constantly evolving their tactics p>
Whether they were criminals or not, it was a perfect teaching moment for Colin Harth.
“Alright, show’s over. Head straight home p>
With the help of the school security guards, he dispersed the shaken students.
The ordeal had eaten up a precious ten minutes. Mira and her group hurriedly resumed their trek.
She had a critical strategy meeting at EcoRide and was running dangerously behind schedule.
Liora, bursting with unanswered questions, was dragged into her family’s waiting car by Celine.
Outside Mira’s apartment complex, Mr. Harth turned to Elara. “After you finish tutoring the kid tonight, come over p>
As a teacher, he felt a duty to offer her proper guidance.
The crowded streets weren’t the place for a sensitive conversation.
“Okay p>
As they stepped out of the elevator, Mira turned to Colin. “Stay for dinner.
You wanted to talk about Elara anyway, right? It’ll save time p>
Colin considered it for a second. “Sounds good p>
Living in the same building as Mira had proven to be incredibly beneficial for him.
Though she had provided him a lucrative editing gig at her entertaiment company and helped him make a killing in the stock market, he was equally valuable to her
Mira’s literary and strategic acumen was expanding at a terrifying rate.
Whenever inspiration struck, she could churn out hit song lyrics and blockbuster scripts with shocking ease.
Yet, despite her reincarnated memories and futuristic foresight, she was painfully aware of her academic blind spots.
To maintain her dominance, she constantly absorbed new knowledge.
Colin was a walking encyclopedia.
literacient history to foreign
literature, he possessed an almost encyclopedic grasp of the arts.
Whenever he encountered a blind spot of his own, his sheer passion for literature drove him to devour the necessary research before passing the insights onto Mira.
They gathered around the dining table. Rachel kept eagerly piling food into Mira’s bowl.
“Rachel, stop fussing over me and eat your own food,” Mira laughed gently.
“Eat, eat! I want all of these plates licked clean p>
To her, they were all her wonderful kids. Cooking was her greatest joy, and nothing made her happier than feeding them.
“So,” Colin started between bites, “what’s the real story with Elara’s mother p>
“Wait, Elara has a mother p>
Rachel gasped.
Elara visited often and frequently kept Rachel company in the kitchen, so Rachel knew the girl’s tragic background intimately.
“She showed up yesterday p>
“Ugh! She abandons them for years, leaving a crippled man and a toddler to fend for themselves.
And now that the girl is all grown up, she waltzes back in to claim the prize p>
Rachel slammed her chopsticks down, seething with maternal rage.
Colin asked, “They divorced p>
“Divorced when Elara was three,” Rachel snapped.
“The second her husband ended up paralyzed in a hospital bed from a car crash,
that wicked woman took off p>
“Damn, that’s ice cold p>