CHAPTER 110: 109: REMINISCENCE CHAPTER (10)

"It’s a bit hot, uncomfortable," she said.

With her cheek swollen like that, how could she possibly be comfortable?

"Are you really not going to learn anymore?"

Florence Fuller shook her head.

"Then I’ll keep this violin for you. You can ask me for it anytime," Ethan Harper said.

Florence Fuller didn’t say anything.

She returned to the Fuller Family’s house after dinner.

Michael Fuller was probably not home; only Laura Yates and Clara Fuller were in the living room. She went straight upstairs as soon as she got inside, and Clara Fuller stood up and called after her.

"Florence."

Florence Fuller pretended not to hear.

Laura Yates stood up and took a few steps to follow her, "Florence Fuller."

Florence paused on the stairs, turned her head and looked at Laura with cold eyes, "What do you want?"

That look gave Laura Yates a shock.

Stifling the odd feeling in her heart, she slightly frowned, "Clara has been waiting for you to come back and put medicine on your face. How could you just run upstairs without greeting her when she was calling for you?"

"No need."

She replied coldly, turned around, and went upstairs.

When Michael Fuller scolded and hit her, these two just stood by and watched without moving, but now they were pretending to care.

Disgusting.

Florence Fuller asked for a week’s leave and didn’t go to school, but she didn’t stay at the Fuller house either. After breakfast, she would head to the Monrose Family house with a book in hand.

This morning, after breakfast, she planned to go out with her book, but Clara Fuller stopped her, "Florence, I see that the wound on your face is almost healed, why aren’t you going to school yet?"

Laura Yates was quite displeased with her frequent visits to the Monrose Family house. Ever since she was allowed to go there, she spent most of her time at the Monrose house and occasionally stayed over, treating the Fuller house like a hotel where she only sleeps.

On top of that, Abigail Monrose treated her well. She even bought her clothes from the latest season’s collection and took her to school in the mornings.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think Abigail Monrose was her mother.

Despite spending so much time at the Monrose house, her grades improved significantly, and she became more beautiful and poised.

Michael Fuller was often not home and didn’t care about her behavior; he simply cared about Florence Fuller’s academic results.

"If you’re almost healed, you should go back to school. Running to the Monrose house with a book makes you look like you’re pretending," Laura Yates said.

Florence Fuller pushed Clara Fuller aside with displeasure, "If you say it’s fine, then it is. Why don’t you try taking that slap?"

Clara Fuller staggered back a few steps, looking at Laura Yates with a wronged expression, as if to say, "Mom, look, Florence Fuller doesn’t appreciate it at all."

Florence Fuller went straight out the door.

She never listened to Laura Yates; it all went in one ear and out the other.

Florence Fuller arrived at the Monrose house and ran into Eleanor Lane, who was about to leave. Sister Dawson saw her off with reminders, "Did you bring everything? Have you checked?"

"I’ve checked everything, Mom," Eleanor Lane said. "Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten anything."

Sister Dawson saw her, "Miss Florence is here."

Florence Fuller nodded, "Sister Dawson."

She exchanged a glance with Eleanor Lane, both nodding as a form of greeting.

Sister Dawson worked for the Monrose Family. After divorcing her husband, her daughter stayed with her but was back in her hometown. Later, due to her outstanding grades, Sister Dawson asked Abigail Monrose for help and brought her to study at a prominent school in Cloudsea.

Normally, Eleanor Lane stayed at school but would come to the Monrose house on weekends to stay with Sister Monrose. When stuck with studies, Ethan Harper occasionally helped her with her lessons.

She was said to consistently rank in the top ten of the school and eventually scored in the top five of the entire city, successfully getting into Cloudsea’s best university.

Rumor had it that she would study abroad soon, with a bright future ahead.

Florence Fuller was quite envious of her.

After putting her daughter in the car, Sister Dawson walked inside with Florence Fuller.

"Have you had breakfast, Miss Florence?"

Florence Fuller nodded, "Aunt Monrose hasn’t returned yet?"

Sister Dawson shook her head, "The young master said madam’s return date is still uncertain."

The last time Florence had come, she hadn’t seen Abigail Monrose. Abigail had messaged that she had to go back to France for something and would be gone for half a month or more than a month.

She advised Florence to focus on her exams and to reach out to Ethan Harper if she needed help.

Florence Fuller decided to hold off on the news she couldn’t bring to Abigail until she was back.

Ethan Harper had a rehab session today, so Florence didn’t have to be there so early. But she really didn’t like the atmosphere at the Fuller house, so she’d usually arrive early and hang out in the study room, waiting for him to come.

She was looking at her phone, messaging Charles Shaw.

She had her own communication account, and after coming back, the Fuller Family had provided her with a phone, through which she secretly kept in touch with Charles Shaw.

Charles had updated her on Amelia Linney’s condition, revealing that it was cancer. Thankfully, they now had the money from the Fullers for treatment.

Things had gotten much better.

Initially, the Fullers had only given fifty thousand. When Florence first returned, she secretly contacted Charles Shaw and learned about the severe condition Amelia Linney was in. Afraid it wasn’t enough, she caused a scene with Michael Fuller to get another fifty thousand.

"Mom is doing really well, you don’t have to worry."

Florence Fuller replied, "That’s good."

"How are you doing at the Fuller house lately?"

"Pretty good."

She always shared the good news but never the bad.

"What about Dad?"

"He probably hasn’t finished work yet."

With his wife sick, Henry Shaw quit his school job, working both day and night to earn money.

Florence Fuller felt a bit heartbroken.

Ethan Harper came into the study to get something, noticing her lying down on the desk, looking at her phone with a sullen expression.

"What’s wrong?"

He walked over to ask.

"Nothing," she sat up. "Your rehab session hasn’t started yet, has it?"

"No, I’m just here to grab something."

He took a folder out from the drawer, "If you’re bored, you can watch some TV."

"It’s fine, I’ll just play around to pass the time," she said.

Ethan Harper smiled, said nothing more, and left with the document folder.

After playing for a bit, Florence Fuller was hit by a wave of drowsiness and dozed off on the desk.

She dreamt of being locked in a cage by Michael Fuller, forbidding her from stepping out of the house, with Clara Fuller and Laura Yates standing outside, guarding her.

And she couldn’t make a sound.

Startled awake, she sat up abruptly, her lips brushing something warm and soft.

She was even more startled.

Ethan Harper had come in to find her asleep at the desk, her breathing steady, her fair side profile delicate and serene. He couldn’t help watching her for a moment, reaching out to brush aside a few stray strands of hair from her face, slowly leaning closer.

His nose touched her soft cheek, and he was momentarily surprised at his own actions.

He had crossed a line.

She was asleep; she shouldn’t know.

He leaned in, and a light kiss fell on her cheek.

He lifted his head slightly, creating some distance. The room was silent, yet he could almost hear his own heart pounding like a drum.

Nervous, excited, and a racing heartbeat.

Ethan Harper was so close to her, who knew Florence Fuller would suddenly open her eyes and sit up abruptly. As a result, their lips met accurately.

Ethan Harper was also shocked; Florence Fuller still had a groggy look in her eyes before shock took over. But then, the girl unexpectedly licked.

Ethan Harper shivered and stood up abruptly.

Realizing what she had done, Florence Fuller’s face turned bright red, and she buried her head in her arms.