Freya waved to Sara with a sound. "Here!"
Sara walked over and Freya handed her a bottle of water. "Are you alright?"
Sara nodded. "There's nothing wrong with it."
Freya rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Did Johnny say anything to you?"
"How did you know?" Sara was a little surprised, but when she saw Freya's smile, she instantly understood, "It's you..."
"Oh my, I've long known that he likes you." Freya said. "I feel that if he didn't express his feelings to you, he would've been wasting his time on you the entire time. That's the reason why I gave him the opportunity to do so."
"I turned him down." Sara took a sip of water and said, "I don't like him."
Freya was not surprised. He said, "Actually, it's better to talk about it. Swoosh, what do you like?"
Sara thought for a moment, and Hank's face popped up in her mind at once.
What kind of things did she like? It seemed that she had never thought about it for so many years.
After a long time, she just said, "It's good for me."
"You demand it to be that simple??" Freya was unable to believe it. "It's too easy for you to feed yourself."
Sara smiled and said, "If he is not good to me, there is no use for you to be good in other places."
"... That's true."
In the afternoon, the class teacher suddenly looked for Sara and said, "Sara, our city is going to hold a competition and only formal students are allowed to participate in it. But because your grades have always been good, I recommend you. This competition is very valuable. You should take advantage of this week to write your thesis and hand it in on the next Friday. If you can win the prize, you will be recorded in the resume. You may be able to enter a special research committee after graduation."
Sara's eyes lit up. "Really?"
Freya said, "Of course it's true. You know what these research committee means. It's the peak of our medicine. If you can join us, it's not impossible for you to leave your name in history."
Sara didn't care about these things. She just wanted to carry forward her skills, so she agreed to participate in the competition.
In fact, she was just writing a thesis recently. It was about analyzing the composition of a drug. She had tried many times and confirmed that this medicine could effectively stop cell disease. Although it could not be cured, it could delay the patient's life and reduce his pain. If this thesis was published, it would definitely become a bombshell.
At the end of school in the afternoon, Sara saw a black car. It was not the one that Dominik often drove, but Sara recognized it. It was Hank's car.
She walked over and knocked on the car window. Indeed, she saw that the driver's seat was completely white.
Hank sat in the back seat, holding a material report in his hand. He raised his chin to Sara.
Sara sat next to him, and then she heard the man say, "Let's go back to the old house today."
Sara was stunned. To be honest, she really didn't want to go to the old house because she didn't want to see Rose.
Hank said, "Today is Rose's birthday."
Sara suddenly understood.
No wonder Hank wanted to return to the old estate.
"But I didn't prepare a gift..." Sara was a little embarrassed, leaning on Sara's shoulder and nagging, "You didn't tell me in advance. If you told me, I wouldn't have gone empty-handed..."
Hank gave her a sidelong glance and said helplessly, "I've got someone prepared it."
Sara was suspicious. "It can't be that kind of thing that I can't afford at first sight."
Bella couldn't help laughing. "No, Miss Martin."
Sara finally relaxed and looked at the materials in Hank's hands. They were filled with numbers, causing Sara to have a headache. She lost interest in the book in an instant.
After a long time in the old house, Sara fell asleep in the car. Hank looked at her little head, raised his hand and pressed her on his leg to make her sleep more comfortably. His hand stroked her white, tender and smooth neck, as if touching the back of the neck of the kitten.
Seeing that Sara was asleep, there was no exit for what she needed to report. There was silence in the car and they arrived at the Bishop family's old house.
The servants respectfully invited Hank and Sara in, as if they were welcoming guests rather than welcoming their masters.
Hank said calmly, "I lived here temporarily because I was injured. After my mother passed away, I rarely came back here."
"Oh," Sara said.
It was the Bishop family head's birthday, but unexpectedly, many people were not invited. Only some of their own family members were invited. General Manager only had two tables in total.
He wore a grey shirt with fine lines today, which made him look more like a scholar. However, even so, his naturally aggressive appearance made him look very sultry. When he stood with Hank, people would even think that He was the one who was more dangerous.
The Bishop brothers' appearances could be said to be entirely different. One followed his mother while the other followed his father. Hank perfectly inherited his mother's beauty. His face seemed to be made of fine porcelain and was filled with delicateness. Frank, on the other hand, looked like a handsome man who had been cut with a sharp blade. Every single line on his face was carved into a person's face.
Sara held her chin and waited for the meal idly.
Frank didn't like this kind of occasion, either. He said coldly, "! already said that I don't have to celebrate my birthday."
Hank poured a glass of juice into Sara's cup and said casually, "You're her only backer now. If she doesn't love you, who's she supposed to love?"
Frank frowned and asked, "Brother, why do you always have such great hostility towards Grandmother?"
He remembered that ever since he was sensible, the conflict between Hank and Mrs. Bishop had never ended. It wasn't until Hank possessed enough power that the strange situation was over. Mrs. Bishop had no choice but to admit defeat.
The cruelty in Hank's eyes flashed and disappeared soon as if it had never existed. He said in a flat voice, "Do you need a reason to dislike each other?"
Frank understood that Henderson didn't want to talk to him, so he frowned and didn't say anything.
Sara took a big sip of the juice and almost choked on it. Hank patted her on the back and said, "Be careful."
Sara nodded.
Hank rubbed her hair and said softly, "There are two elders over there. I'll go over and have a look. You can play here for a while."
He was talking about the two branches of the Bishop family who had taken good care of him when he was a child.
Sara cried out in acknowledgement.
Frank raised his cup to Sara and left as well.
Sara was sitting alone at the table. Just as she was about to grab a piece of milk candy to eat, she heard a "bang" as someone placed a cup of wine in front of her.
Sara looked up in confusion.