CHAPTER 218: IT IS PROGRESSING TOO FAST

(Author’s POV)

"Mrs. Miracle, Mr. Miracle, there won’t be any issue with Wendy’s transfer. It can be done today," Wendy’s homeroom teacher told Sandra and William.

They looked at her like she had a horn on her head. Sandra muttered under her breath, "Don’t you think, everything is going quite smoothly? As if her teacher already knew about Wendy’s school transfer."

William didn’t reply but he felt the same thing. So, he instead asked the teacher directly, "Mm~ ..... Ms. Kelsey, did you have any prior knowledge about our request? Has Wendy told you something in advance about it?"

Ms. Kelsey gave them a professional, courteous smile and said, "Wendy did mention it to one of her friends, who informed me. You don’t have to be suspicious Mr. Miracle. It may go unnoticed but a lot of students transfer schools due to numerous reasons. So, our school has passed a policy that helps in speeding up the process. It only takes half a day at most. Although, I and my whole class will miss Wendy. She is an exemplary and obedient student. I can just wish her all the best for her future endeavors."

Both Sandra and William nodded at the teacher’s acknowledgment of their daughter. They were filled with pride. Ms. Kelsey offered them tea and conversed with them about Wendy’s class performances as they waited in her office. The transfer documents were getting processed at the moment.

Wendy hadn’t attended school that day, she didn’t need to. She was standing outside the door, listening to her teacher’s extoling words as she blushed at her comments.

"Wendy, why are you standing here? Why didn’t you come to school today?" one of her classmates, who was passing by, asked.

"My parents are talking with Ms. Kelsey. I am transferring school," Wendy told him.

"Really, at this time of the year?" He smacked his hands together loudly and said in a dramatic voice, "Ohho ..... Now I know why Marnus has been sulking since morning and why Pheobe has been moody. The whole class is walking on eggshells around those two. You must have told them already," her classmate told her.

Wendy pressed her lips together tightly, in a thin line when she heard about how both of her close friends were faring after she broke the news to them yesterday.

"By the way, where are you transferring to?" the classmate asked with curiosity.

Wendy couldn’t tell anyone about her new school as Myra, for some reason, had requested her and their parents’ to not mention it to anyone. So, she changed the topic, "Ohh, it is time for mathematics class. Shouldn’t you be in there right now?"

"Ohhh shit~ ..... thank you for reminding me. Bye and all the best. Do visit sometime, okay" the classmate started sprinting and disappeared down the corner without waiting for her reply.

Wendy waved at him and that’s when her parents came out with all the necessary documents.

At home, Myra had already signed the contract and texted Garry to tell him about it. His secretary had come to collect the document and gave her the flight details and mailed her their tickets and boarding passes in advance.

"I will be taking my leave, Ms. Miracle. I will pick you all tomorrow at eleven. The departure time is twelve thirty," with these words Oliver left.

As Myra saw him out, her phone buzzed with a notification. She had received a message from Fabian Stephens, "Good Afternoon, Ms. Miracle. How are you doing?"

Myra gave him a curt reply, "I am good, Professor Stephens. How are you?"

"I am doing great, thanks to you," he replied.

Myra was puzzled, ’thanks to me?’ She texted him, "??"

There was no text. Instead, the next minute, Fabian called on her phone.

Myra didn’t pick his phone right away. She waited for a few seconds, took a deep breath, ’I can’t just ignore him. After all, he will be my professor.’ With this thought, she answered it at last.

"Hello, Professor Stephens," Myra uttered, her voice clear and polite.

"Ms. Miracle, glad you answered ... Mmm~ .... I heard from Mr. Garry Yates, that you have finally decided to enroll in Red Stone University," Fabian asked in his usual soft and soothing tone.

"Uhh~ Yes, I and Yelena, both have enrolled," Myra answer was crisp and direct.

"That’s good. Congratulations, Ms. Miracle. You will never regret your choice," the joy in Fabian’s voice was evident as he said these words.

"Thank you, Professor Stephens," Myra said with a relaxed voice, ’I won’t regret it.’

"If you need help with anything, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I will be available at all times," Fabian said, his tone eager.

"Professor Stephens, I~ ..... I simply cannot," Myra declined hesitantly.

"I am not offering you out of any ulterior motive, rest assured about that. I am in charge of taking care of scholarship students. So, please feel free to ask anything. Otherwise, I will be in trouble," he commented, his tone a bit playful.

"If you insist," Myra replied. "I will."

"Ms. Miracle, I got to go. I have a flight to catch. See you in Esteria," Fabian said.

"Yes, see you in Esteria," Myra replied and the call disconnected.

Fabian swirled the crystal glass, as the rose wine’s faint aroma wafted near his nostrils. He took a sip. The smile on his was replaced by a cold and calculating look. He smirked as he replayed his conversation with Myra in his mind. Leaning back in his chair, he murmured, "Finally, at last. Things are progressing. You made a wise choice, Myra Miracle."

His scar faced subordinate, Gunnar, approached him and said, "Young master, everything is set. The flight is ready to depart."

Fabian took his time, finishing his wine. He got up leisurely, adjusted his gold cufflinks and ruby chained tie pin and walked with striking, imposing steps. Everyone at the airport looked at him with awe. His sharp features and slicked hairstyle gave him an aloof, nonchalant vibe.

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"Mom, Dad. Did you get the transfer papers?" Myra inquired as she served them water.

"Ummhmm~ ..... we did," William replied.

"I have received an email from Mr. Yates senior’s side. Our flights have been confirmed and Wendy’s school admission is also set," Myra informed them.

"What is the name of the school?" William inquired.

"Since it is close to the housing facility as well as Red Stone’s main campus, Wendy’s new school will be the Paragon Academy," Myra told them.

A collective gasp from her mom and dad escaped as Sandra asked, "I have heard of it before. Isn’t it an affiliate of Red Stone University? That school is ... ummm~ ... expensive."

Myra held her mother’s hand in hers and assured her, "I have already taken care of it. You don’t need to worry about it. My scholarship money will be enough to cover it."

Sandra turned to her other daughter and asked with a worried look, "Wendy, are you alright? You have been quiet since we went to you school. Is something troubling you?"

Wendy snapped out of her thoughts and saw that her parents’ and sister donned a concerning look. Clearing her throat, she mumbled hesitantly, "It’s nothing. I feel a bit tired. Sis, by the way, what day is our flight?"

Myra eyes were filled with unspoken guilty towards her dear sister. She knew and understood well, how Wendy was feeling right now. She answered, "It is for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow. Aren’t we rushing it a bit too much," Wendy blurted out.

"The university campus will start in a week. We will have a lot of things to do when we reach Esteria. So, it is better to shift as early as possible," Myra told her.

Wendy chewed her lower lips and nodded. She then abruptly got up from the couch and said, "I will go to my room and pack," and rushed upstairs.

Myra was about to go after her but William stopped her, "Myra, let her be. She needs some time."

Sandra added, "Yes, dear. She just needs a bit of time to adjust. Everything will be alright when we shift to Esteria."

Myra nodded at their words and didn’t insist on going.

The day went by in a blur as the Miracle’s got busy. They had a lot of packing to do.

None of them could sleep that night. There minds filled with different thoughts and possibilities for their future.

A new place, different environment. Whether they will be able to adjust in a city like Esteria or not. Countless such thoughts crept up in William and Sandra’s mind.

Wendy’s mind was a mess, a chaotic mess. She sniffled as she swiped the image in her phone’s gallery. It was a photo taken on a school trip. She, Marnus and Pheobe, were smiling, their eyes sparkling. The day they have taken this picture. They vowed to be together all throughout their school and college life. But now, she had to break that promise.

Myra’s thoughts were filled with determination. Determination to safeguard her family, to not let them be in harm’s way.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .