Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 40: Wife Asks for Comfort

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Wife Asks for Comfort

When the third period ended, Damon Young didn’t call for the tests to be collected. "Go use the restroom. We’ll go over the test next period."

Holly Winslow had been wanting to go to the restroom for a while. Her period had started. She rummaged through her bag for a sanitary pad, searching for what felt like an eternity before rembering she’d left it on her bed. She had been in a hurry and forgotten to pack it.

She looked at Mortir Quincy, her voice a pitiful whisper. "Honey, I forgot to bring a pad."

"Did you leak?"

Mortir Quincy gestured for her to stand up. After Holly Winslow stood, he glanced around her seat a few tis. Seeing no red, he shook his head and said, "You go to the restroom first. I’ll buy so and bring them to you."

The restrooms in the mall at the ti were still unisex.

After Holly Winslow left the classroom, he went to the small supermarket in the mall. He scanned the row of sanitary pads and grabbed the brand Holly used most often.

At the checkout, the cashier was a young woman. She glanced at him several tis before looking down to ring him up, too embarrassed to et his eyes. Her ears turned red.

Mortir Quincy paid and went to the restroom. "Holly."

A sound ca from the door of the innermost stall. He walked over and slid the sanitary pads under it.

Just as he straightened up, his eyes t those of Saul Chaucer—his horoom teacher’s son.

Mortir Quincy: "..."

Saul Chaucer was still in shock. He thought he’d caught the top student peeking into a bathroom stall, and his face instantly turned beet red.

"I-I-I... I didn’t see anything." With that, he abandoned his trip to the restroom and bolted.

Mortir Quincy: "..."

’I wanted to ask what you thought you saw.’

He turned to Holly Winslow as she ca out of the stall. "Honey, I need so comforting."

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

「Fourth Period」

"Swap tests with your deskmate to grade them." After confirming everyone had exchanged papers, Damon Young began to announce the answers.

Holly Winslow stared at Mortir Quincy’s perfect score and felt a pang of jealousy. Then she looked at her own 86, a score that was only that high thanks to the points from the last question.

Feeling a bit dejected, she focused on the teacher’s explanation of the test.

While going over question nine, Damon Young noticed so of the students were distracted, so he decided to call on soone to answer.

"I’m going to pick a student to repeat why the answer to this problem is 7."

His gaze swept across the room and landed on the boy and girl in the last row. The boy was resting his chin on his hand, watching the girl next to him, who was obediently copying the solution steps from the blackboard.

’With my years of experience... yup, that’s a crush, eighty percent certain.’

"The girl in the back row wearing black, please stand and answer."

Caught off guard by being called on, Holly Winslow instinctively glanced at Mortir Quincy before picking up her test paper to answer. "Given that x and y satisfy the constraint x y≤1..."

"Very good. You may sit down. Class, please focus your attention up here on ." Damon Young gave Mortir Quincy a pointed look before he resud his lecture.

...

It was ti for lunch.

The two of them left the classroom. Next to the Peisheng cram school was another one, and both let out at the sa ti, making the hallway a bit crowded.

The boys near Holly Winslow were in a hurry to get to an internet cafe to play gas.

"We’ve got an hour. That’s enough for two rounds."

"Fuck, why is it so fucking crowded?"

"Move it."

One of the boys shoved Holly Winslow, who stumbled into Mortir Quincy, her forehead smacking against his shoulder. The pain brought tears to her eyes.

Mortir Quincy quickly steadied her. Seeing her forehead was already red, he shot a glare at the boy in the red shirt who had pushed her.

The boy was still shouting, completely unapologetic for shoving soone. "Move it, move it!"

Mortir Quincy put an arm around Holly Winslow, moving her out of the way. Then, he grabbed the arm of the boy who had pushed her. "Apologize."

The boy was stunned by his sudden move. When he recovered, he snarled, "Apologize my ass."

The crowd suddenly wasn’t so crowded anymore. Everyone had stopped to watch the commotion.

The boy had several of his friends with him. Worried Mortir Quincy might be at a disadvantage, Holly Winslow tugged on his arm. "Mortir, just let it go."

"Apologize," Mortir Quincy repeated, his face cold as he stared at the boy.

Anyone who knew him could tell he was truly angry.

Mortir Quincy didn’t get angry often, but when he did, soone was going to suffer.

Teenage boys are full of hot-blooded pride. Feeling he’d lost face by being grabbed, the boy snatched Mortir Quincy’s collar. "Apologize? Fuck your mother."

Mortir Quincy’s eyes narrowed slightly. He said to Holly Winslow beside him, "Go stand over there."

Then, he gripped the boy’s wrist and squeezed hard, and the boy let go in a flash of pain.

Before the boy could react, a powerful force yanked him out of the crowd and slamd him against the wall. He let out a muffled grunt.

Mortir Quincy pressed his elbow against the boy’s neck, lifting his gaze slightly. "Apologize."

The boy’s friends started to move forward to help, but teachers from both schools, having heard the commotion, were already running over.

A teacher in a white shirt shouted, "What are you doing? Let him go, now!"

Several teachers ca over to pull them apart. Mortir Quincy released the boy. "Don’t even think about leaving today if you don’t apologize."

Even while being held back by the teachers, the boy tried to lunge at Mortir Quincy, spewing a stream of vitriol. "Fuck your mother, you fucking idiot, go fuck yourself!"

Despite her usual good temper, Holly Winslow was now furious too. Without a second thought, she threw the water bottle in her hand at him. "What’s there to be so cocky about? I didn’t want to make a big deal of this, but do you really think you’re the king of the world?"

"It’s ’mother’ this and ’mother’ that with you. Does your mother know you talk like this? Does she know what kind of trash she raised?"

In the end, the three of them were "invited" to the Peisheng teachers’ office to wait for their parents to co and diate.

Wyatt Winslow had said he was leaving on a business trip that afternoon, so Holly Winslow didn’t dare to call him. Mortir Quincy called Andre Quincy instead.

Andre Quincy arrived quickly, getting there in about ten minutes.

He glanced at Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow before saying to the teacher, "Hello, I’m the guardian for both Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow."

"Hello." The teacher kindly offered him a seat and briefly explained the situation. "So that’s what happened. We wanted to have parents from both sides co in to diate."

He then turned to a middle-aged woman with short, curly hair and light makeup. "Jon Webb’s mother, this is Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow’s father. Please, talk things over."

Andre Quincy had other matters to attend to that afternoon, so he spoke first. "I understand what happened. An apology is in order."

"What do you an, an apology is in order? You think a simple apology will settle this? Your daughter threw a water bottle at my son and bruised his shoulder!" Jon Webb’s mother said, her eyes wide as she refused to back down.

"I believe you’ve misunderstood. This started because your son pushed soone. You’re the ones who should be apologizing."

Andre Quincy frowned. Before she could speak again, he added, "You apologize, and we’ll cover the dical expenses."

With such a reasonable offer on the table, Jon Webb’s mother couldn’t very well say anything more in front of the teacher, so she told Jon Webb to apologize.

Andre Quincy paid three hundred yuan for the dical fees and then led the two kids out.

Once they were a good distance from the Peisheng building, Andre Quincy looked at Holly Winslow, his tone gentle. "Holly, are you hurt anywhere? Uncle can take you to get checked out."

Holly Winslow looked apologetic. "Uncle Quincy, I’m fine. I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble."

Then, a thought occurred to her. She took three hundred yuan from her bag and offered it to him, thanking him again. "Thank you, Uncle Quincy."

Andre Quincy chuckled. He glanced at Mortir Quincy, then back at Holly Winslow, the fondness in his eyes deepening. "Keep it for yourself. If you’re short on anything, just ask Mortir. And if anything cos up, just call your Uncle."