Chapter 82 The Best Sister in the World
“Golden Springs High School.”
As Adrian took out his phone, he said to Farrah, “Send me your brother’s identification information, including his student ID number.
Farrah was particularly delighted. “Sure!” She quickly grabbed her phone to find Mason’s information, which she had saved in her photo album.
Meanwhile, Adrian had already dialed a number and was speaking in a deep voice, “Please help me process a transfer. I’ll send the student’s identification Information to your phone. The quicker, the better. Let me know once it’s done.”
After that, he hung up without giving the other party a chance to respond. Farrah was stunned. He didn’t even let the person on the other end of the phone speak.
What if they refused?
It seemed the person on the other end was someone who followed his orders without question.
Before long, Farrah found Mason’s identification information and sent it to him via WhatsApp. “Please check. I’ve sent it to you.” She even made a point to sound courteous.
As she finished speaking, she picked up the last ravioli from her bowl and gently placed it into his. “Here’s the last one for you! I’ll wash the dishes, Mwacks!”
Adrian, who was sitting across from her, was surprised by her gesture. He just stared at her as she smiled sweetly, like a blooming flower.
He rarely saw her this happy. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with joy and gratitude.
For someone whose relationship with her mother was a mess, he couldn’t understand why Farrah, a foster daughter of the Tate family, would treat her brother so well–especially with such heartfelt affection.
“Hurry and eat. Why are you just staring?”
Her reminder snapped him back to reality. Adrian picked up his cutlery again and finished the last ravioli in his bowl.
The ravioli was indeed delicious, and he didn’t mind that it had come from her bowl, especially since they had already kissed. But he didn’t realize that kissing someone and eating food they had touched were two different things. Only affection could overcome such trivial concerns.
Soon, Adrian’s phone rang, and Farrah felt a rush of anticipation as she looked at him expectantly.
He glanced at the caller ID and answered calmly, “Hello”
“Mr. Locke, the transfer for Mason has been successfully processed,” came the report. “He can start tomorrow and has been placed in the best class at the school. The specific details will be sent to your phone.”
“Thank you for your hard work,” Adrian replied before hanging up. He then shared the news with Farrah She expressed her gratitude once more. “I knew it! Something that would be a monumental task for us is just a piece of cake for you.
Hearing such words of admiration from any woman would make a man happy.
Adrian felt the same way. He appreciated it, but his aloof demeanor kept him from showing it. “Please
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keep my arm injury in mind and make sure to develop the medicine soon.”
“Got it!” Farrah responded, beaming with joy.
She didn’t need to put in any effort to convince him; he had convinced himself to let her help him with his arm. This brought their relationship a step closer, stabilizing their marriage.
Farrah knew that even if Mason had a home and local residency, with his grades from middle school, her had no chance of getting into Golden Springs High School.
So, in her eyes, Adrian truly possessed extraordinary capabilities, and she felt a renewed sense of admiration for him.
He got up and headed into the study.
Farrah picked up her phone and called Jodie, excitedly sharing the good news.
“Mom, let me talk to Mason for a moment. As an older sister, she always had a few heartfelt words to share.
Before long, the phone was handed to Mason. “Farrah,”
“Mason, you need to study hard! Do you know how much effort your brother–in–law put in to help you get into this school? Both he and I want the best for you.”
As she spoke these words from where she stood by the window, Adrian happened to walk in and was listening intently.
How much effort did he put in exactly?
“Only knowledge can change your destiny. Even if your grades aren’t up to par, you must do your best to learn. Don’t slack off in your final year.”
“I understand, Farrah,” Mason replied.
