Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 194: Deliberate

Moira Young felt a bit annoyed and looked up at the person in front of her.

Crystal immediately apologized, bowing continuously, "Sorry! Sorry... I didn’t do it on purpose... Sorry..."

Making it seem like Moira Young was bullying her.

Everyone turned to look over, and Moira Young slightly furrowed her brows. She didn’t want to swallow her anger due to others’ scrutiny; she was no longer the little girl in high school who let others push her around.

Moira Young stood up, looked at her coldly, "There’s no need for you to bow to me. First, I didn’t scold you, and second, I didn’t ask you to apologize. You don’t need to act like I’m forcing you to apologize."

Crystal’s tears started streaming down, choking up, "I... I just accidentally bumped into you... why are you holding onto this..."

Moira Young laughed coldly. She had long suspected there was a reason behind Crystal bumping into her, and now she knew.

All the cameras were focused on them, and several girls came over to stand behind Crystal, comforting her.

"Crystal, the cameras are filming, you bumped into me, did I say anything? Did I hold onto it?" Moira Young coldly glanced at the girls in front of her.

One girl pointed at Moira Young’s nose, "Crystal is crying like this, just be quiet! The cookie fell, just pick it up and it’s fine. Crystal said it wasn’t on purpose, why are you so angry with her!"

Moira Young pushed away her hand and asked, "Pick it up for you to eat?"

The girl froze for a moment; she always thought Moira Young was quiet and easy to bully, but today felt off.

"Alright, everyone stop arguing, Crystal has apologized, that’s the end of this matter. We’re all sisters, let’s not let a small issue affect our unity," Elena hugged Crystal, comforting, "Crystal don’t cry, we’re all here with you."

Afterwards, everyone finished eating and started to move, Moira Young didn’t get to drink water or eat a cookie, just a tiny little bread to hold her stomach.

After walking for a while, Crystal suddenly came up beside Moira Young unbeknownst to her.

Moira Young acted as if she didn’t exist.

"Moira Young, don’t blame me, people die for wealth, birds die for food, everyone would go to lengths to achieve their goals," Crystal said quietly.

Moira Young didn’t look at her, just kept walking forward.

"They all say you have a thing with the director. I just wanted to see who the director favors between us."

Moira Young finally showed a bit of reaction, "The one with a thing with him is you, not me."

"Stop pretending, everyone sees it, you not admitting doesn’t mean others don’t think that way," Crystal mocked, "Don’t think just because you have a noble-looking face that people will really believe you’re noble. People in this world are often not what they seem."

Moira Young didn’t want to say much more to her; different views would be fruitless to argue over.

She quickened her pace, wanting to walk separately from Crystal.

Luckily, the show crew had scouted in advance, so they managed to reach the destination before noon.

The school here was a dilapidated two-story building, surrounded by a wall with a dirt playground, and a crude basketball hoop made of tree trunks stood in the middle.

As Moira Young saw this scene, she suddenly connected it to a TV show location Arthur Whitman had visited.

She was sure that Arthur Whitman had been here.

Moira Young suddenly recalled Sean saying he had seen mechanical pencils, that someone distributed many supplies and then took them away.

Wasn’t that Arthur Whitman’s doing...

"Everyone gather—" the director called.

The girls all lined up to listen to the director.

"We have arrived at this elementary school, let me introduce someone next to me, Mr. Lee, who has served as the longest teacher here. Now, let’s have Mr. Lee briefly introduce the school’s situation and take everyone to tour the campus."

Mr. Lee was a woman appearing to be in her forties, dark-skinned, looking very plain.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lee, you can call me Mr. Lee. I’ve taught here for twelve years. Twelve years ago, I came here for volunteer teaching and ended up staying for twelve years. I love this mountain, these children, and this school. I have witnessed the school’s growth step by step."

"Twelve years ago, this school could hardly be called a school, it was a bleak dirt room where students of all grades were taught together, with even one textbook per grade, and that book was the one the teacher used."

Mr. Lee became emotional while speaking, but she felt gratified, gratified that this school genuinely became a school with several grades, each child having a book.

"Mr. Lee, could the reason this school improved steadily be due to Arthur Whitman’s donations?" Crystal blurted out, somewhat deliberately.

Mr. Lee shook her head, responding, "All donations we received came from individual volunteers, kind-hearted people from all over."

Crystal glanced at Moira Young, "Mr. Lee, we have Arthur Whitman’s daughter in our group."

Moira Young was momentarily stunned, Mr. Lee hadn’t mentioned Arthur Whitman, and Crystal was clearly doing this on purpose.

Mr. Lee didn’t follow Crystal’s remarks, "Let’s proceed with a tour of the school, the kids have ten minutes before they finish class, just in time for you to feel the classroom atmosphere."

Crystal originally thought Mr. Lee should be resentful toward Arthur Whitman and thus would be critical of Moira Young. She deliberately mentioned Arthur Whitman’s daughter hoping to see Moira Young embarrassed or reprimanded by Mr. Lee, but Mr. Lee didn’t take the bait.

The nine girls followed Mr. Lee to tour the school. With just two floors, the tour was quickly completed.

Along the way, many children sneaked peeks at them from outside the windows, filled with curiosity. Moira Young watched their dark, thin little faces, but their eyes were clearer than those of city people, making them increasingly adorable.

"Ring ring ring—" Class was dismissed, the bell was a small speaker tied to the top of the basketball hoop.

Soon, students rushed out in a swarm, Elena was almost knocked over, accidentally swearing, and the boy who almost bumped into her walked over.

"Teacher said no swearing." The little boy, about Sean’s size, only seven or eight years old.

Mr. Lee watched Elena silently.

Elena suddenly became extremely awkward, explaining right away, "Little guy, you misheard, I didn’t swear."

"I clearly heard it, you’re lying!" The little boy glared at her, and immediately ran off.