Chapter 173: 0173 Why are you coming in when my master hasn’t opened the door yet?_1 Chapter 173: 0173 Why are you coming in when my master hasn’t opened the door yet?_1 “Naya York?”
Ellen Young was still busy with her own affairs and responded with so surprise when she heard the na.
Since she was preoccupied, nobody had bothered her with those ssages.
They would handle it swiftly, but Clinton White thought she should at least be inford, so he sent Ellen Young a ssage.
After listening to the voice ssage, Ellen briefly understood it was because of a Twitter post, and after checking Twitter, she realized what had happened.
It was indeed an absurd rumor, and when Ellen saw the ssage, she could only muster a faint, derisive laugh.
It was like witnessing sothing completely unreasonable.
These people, with no evidence, spoke as if it was the absolute truth.
Having always been easygoing, Ellen simply replied to Clinton White with a ssage, “You handle it.”
They would take care of what needed to be done.
Such matters hardly warranted her personal attention.
Clinton White’s ssage arrived soon after, his tone cautious, “Aren’t you angry?”
Ellen Young: “Why would I be angry? I wasn’t even angry when you all were turning in shoddy theses.”
Clinton White: “…”
Your way of scolding soone is nothing like this, right?
Clinton White said, “Yeah, they’re not even worthy of coming close to you. It’s just too fucking insane, spouting nonsense without a shred of evidence.”
Ellen didn’t reply.
While scrolling through Twitter, she noticed a post by Lucy Wood.
Because of her emotional reaction, this trending topic had now climbed to number one, with comnts reaching several hundred thousand; it was impossible to miss.
She read every word, her dark pupils reflecting a trace of indifferent expression.
Yes, when Ellen had initially agreed to go on the program, it was seeing Lucy’s pitiable state for a mont that stirred her rarely felt sympathy, rembering the words of Grandpa Young.
She was a genius but also human, possessing all the emotions and desires one should have, just not worn on her sleeve, appearing subdued.
The facts about the Wood Family were clear, and Ellen couldn’t really say she hated them, not Lucy Wood at least; it was probably just a mont of soft-heartedness.
This soft-heartedness was out of respect for an old man’s dying wish.
Grandpa Young had always wished for her to find her true family so she could return to them, but he didn’t know what kind of people the Wood Family were; had he known, he would not have wanted Ellen to go back.
He just wanted her to have a happy and healthy family.
It was probably like the ti during her childhood in the village when the ignorant kids would point at Ellen and giggle, “She has no mom and dad, she was picked up by Grandpa Young, so wild child from who knows where.”
By that ti, Ellen was already becoming sensible. She had matured early, with an extraordinarily high IQ, and could discern the implications behind the other children’s words.
Both she and her grandfather had heard them.
He had always considered this a thorn in his side.
He believed Ellen deserved to have parents, and when it was ti for him to go, his persistent wish was for Ellen to find her biological parents.
Ellen just didn’t want to make him upset, so she never told him why she had been abandoned or what her biological family was like.
Lost in these thoughts, Ruffy Smith also arrived at her picket-fenced gate. He seed to be in a foul mood, but upon seeing Ellen, strained to calm the turmoil inside and quietly asked, “What are you doing?”
As she was about to open the door, Blackie suddenly started barking wildly at Ruffy Smith from inside.
My owner hasn’t opened the door yet, what are you doing here?
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