When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 124: Ms. Axton, Someone Is Looking for You
Kensing City.
After Jenna Axton returned, it took her two days with the help of Ms. Brooks and Mr. Coleman to get her home sparkling clean.
During the day, she could use physical labor to push aside the thoughts piling up in her mind.
But when the quiet of night fell, she could only sit alone in Luna’s room, trying to fill the emptiness in her heart, bit by bit.
On the evening of the seventh day of the new year, after a video call with Luna where she gave her a tour of the clean house, she finally made a decision.
She steeled herself and folded up the cardboard boxes she had bought.
She packed up all of Luna’s belongings and stuffed them under the bed.
From then on, all that remained in what was once Luna’s room was a single white bed.
The empty room mirrored her heart, a space so vacant that even the sound of her sobs seemed to echo.
’I’ll have to walk the road ahead without my precious daughter by my side.’
「On the eighth day of the new year, businesses and offices across Kensing City reopened.」
Since the senior class was starting early, the teachers and administrators at the school held a meeting.
Jenna Axton went to the school as well.
"Ms. Axton, we all hold your abilities in the highest regard. You’ve dedicated twenty years to Kensing High School. Your contributions are legendary among all the principals who’ve come and gone. And your daughter—she’s practically a living legend for Kensing High School herself."
The new principal lavished praise on the mother-daughter duo.
Jenna Axton didn’t know the new principal, but she knew that such effusive praise was always suspicious.
’A classic office tactic. Build them up before you tear them down.’
A faint smile played on her lips as she gracefully waited for the other shoe to drop.
Seeing how composed she was, the principal couldn’t quite read her. He’d praised her until he was blue in the face, yet Jenna Axton remained utterly silent.
Her smile was so unnerving it completely eroded his confidence.
’Still, someone has to pave the way for my career advancement, don’t they?’
He steeled himself. "Ms. Axton, your decision to return has made me and the rest of the leadership team extremely happy. We welcome you back. It’s just that for the spring semester, everyone already finalized their teaching partnerships last term. With you returning as a distinguished senior teacher, it’s difficult for us to find a suitable position for you... How about this?"
The principal paused guiltily for a few seconds and took a tactical sip of his tea.
"You could go teach the younger children, give them a good foundation. The place isn’t far, just in a nearby rural town. The commute is convenient—you can take the ring-road expressway back and forth each day."
After he finished speaking, the principal didn’t even dare to look at Jenna Axton’s face. He just kept his head down, clutching his teacup and drinking nonstop.
Ms. Axton’s name was legendary in Kensing’s education circles.
She was a master teacher, but she was also infamous for an incident where she’d brandished a kitchen cleaver, ready to disown the world. She’d earned herself the nickname "the Psycho Beauty."
The story goes that when a male teacher showed up at her door late one night to confess his feelings, she promptly grabbed a cleaver and scared him into wetting his pants.
She became a legend overnight, and from then on, no one dared to cross the woman who was as beautiful as a rose was thorny.
’She’s so quiet right now... could she be hiding a cleaver behind her back?’
’Times are tough for everyone. And Ms. Axton just recovered from her illness. Will she accept being treated like this?’
’It’s just the two of us in here. What if she pulls out a cleaver and butchers me right on this desk?’
At the thought, a cold sweat instantly broke out on the principal’s back.
He stammered, "M-Ms. Axton, you... why don’t you go home and think it over? There’s n-no rush to give me an answer today."
’Just get her to leave first,’ the principal thought.
"There’s no need to think about it. I’ll go teach the children." Jenna Axton stood up and smoothed her clothes. Her gaze fell on the file folder on the principal’s desk. "Teaching is teaching, no matter where it is. I’ll just ask you to handle the paperwork, Principal."
The principal hadn’t expected her to be so agreeable. Hearing her say that teaching was teaching no matter where, he felt a pang of guilt.
’Education is one of Kensing City’s proudest achievements, and as a principal... ’
The principal shook his head, casting aside such impractical, scholarly sentiments.
"Do a good job. It’s just for one semester. I’ll do my best to have you transferred back. You’re a veteran; high school is where you truly belong."
Jenna Axton smiled but didn’t take his words to heart.
She just nodded and left without even a word of thanks.
’Teaching in a small town is fine,’ she thought. ’At least I won’t be in the spotlight here in the city.’
When Ms. Brooks heard about the principal’s arrangement, she flew into a rage and started cursing him out.
"That son of a bitch! All he cares about is climbing the ladder. He’s just using us to pad his resume, to make himself look good so he can get a promotion to the Bureau of Education."
Mr. Coleman came out with a dish, just as indignant. This was blatant bullying.
"Even if they need someone for rural outreach, it shouldn’t be a teacher as experienced as Ms. Axton."
Jenna Axton was touched, but she didn’t want this to ruin her friends’ moods, so she tried to console them.
"Please, both of you, calm down. Just think of it as me going to the countryside to recuperate. The environment will be relaxed, there won’t be much pressure, and I can focus on my health. I’ll be back in September, and we can take on the new freshman class together. We can struggle through the next three years until the college entrance exams, just like old times. Won’t that be nice?"
Ms. Brooks said, "That’s true. I do prefer teaching on a team with you two."
The three of them covered all the core subjects: Chinese, Math, and English.
"Don’t tell the kids about this," Jenna Axton said. "I don’t want them to worry."
"Don’t worry, we won’t," Ms. Brooks replied. "We’ll all look after each other here, just like the kids are looking after each other in Valoria."
「With the paperwork finalized before the semester began, Jenna Axton went to the elementary school to report for duty.」
The elementary school’s principal was a pleasant, slightly plump middle-aged woman with glasses.
She was absolutely thrilled by Jenna Axton’s arrival, practically clasping her hands in delight.
"Oh, this is wonderful! With you here, Ms. Axton, our students are truly going to have their horizons broadened."
A teacher, after all, is a window through which a child sees the world.
If you build a strong foundation in English and cultivate their interest, they’ll have the motivation to persevere later on.
「A week into the semester, Jenna Axton had gradually settled into her new routine of commuting by car.」
She managed to give her old Santana a certain retro charm as she drove it.
The security guard at her apartment complex recognized her car instantly, raising the barrier with his remote to let her pass.
As she drove in, the guard grinned. "Welcome back, Ms. Axton! You have a visitor."
It was no wonder the guard looked so intrigued; he’d been working in this security booth for over a decade and had never once seen Ms. Axton have a visitor.
The man carried himself with an extraordinary air, clearly not the kind of person you’d expect to find in a place like Kensing.
"Where are they?" Jenna Axton asked, assuming it was someone from the district, following up on her job transfer.
The next second, a voice drifted over—one so familiar it sent a chill down her spine.
"It’s me."
