"Sister, you’re only a little over a year older than , yet sotis you co across as mature, as if there’s decades between us."
Nancy Miller stared intently at Holly Sawyer, gently biting her lip, her gaze particularly serious.
Yes, when she first t Holly Sawyer, Holly seed like the kind of soft and adorable little girl, speaking gently, with actions so childish like a little kid, her eyes revealing innocence.
She looked as pure as a blank sheet of paper, invoking a strong desire to protect her.
Her face always radiated joy; whenever she encountered sothing fun or interesting, her eyes lit up, and she couldn’t resist the allure of food.
At that ti, Nancy Miller thought, such a wonderful girl must have grown up surrounded by sweetness, like soaked in candied fruit?
But as they slowly got to know each other, it felt like sothing was off, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.
It was later, when Holly Sawyer revealed her identity, that in front of Nancy she no longer pretended, shedding the appearance of pure innocence like a blank sheet, nor did her eyes brim with laughter.
At that mont, Nancy Miller realized the outward appearance was Holly’s umbrella of protection; she actually understood far more than her peers.
"Society shapes us."
Holly Sawyer made a simple remark.
The sa age, different experiences, the tempering received is by no ans the sa.
Just like junior high graduates from the sa class, starting out the sa, but those who go to high school and those who go to vocational schools are inevitably different.
High school teaches textbook knowledge, entirely unaware of the outside world, a group of naive children yet to step into society.
Vocational schools teach skills and gradually make contact with society, a group of children just about to venture into the world.
Generally, vocational kids appear more mature than high school kids, as they’ve already had contact with society, while high school kids are still learning from textbooks.
Different life paths yield different results.
Many might notice that those who were close in junior high often have fewer topics to share as so head to high school and others to vocational schools, and so viewpoints change over ti.
Of course, it’s not absolute.
"Sister, did you attend high school?"
Nancy Miller took a deep breath, gently biting her lip, unsure as she asked.
Holly Sawyer smiled, "I graduated from university."
She started school early, so she graduated early, and was not interested in more advanced institutions, so she left academia.
She had been navigating the world from a young age, as she had channels and strong learning ability.
"Huh?"
Nancy Miller felt a bit puzzled; if Holly Sawyer had already graduated from university, why attend Veridian?
It’s quite odd.
"My presence in Bexley isn’t accidental; it’s been planned for a long ti."
Holly Sawyer subtly curved her lips, speaking slowly.
She wasn’t very tall, so she couldn’t hold much presence, and being cute was the most suitable, making her cute exterior a protective layer.
"Sister..."
Nancy Miller called out to Holly Sawyer, but didn’t know what to say.
"Nancy, you must rember, in this society, you can be a kind person, but don’t be kind to those who don’t deserve it. Rember this saying: ’Kindness begets kindness.’ I believe everyone understands this."
Nancy Miller, after all, was a university student just stepping into society, hearing things mostly second-hand; as her older sister, Holly felt the need to impart so wisdom.
Nancy Miller nodded, "Sister, I understand."
"Having good looks gives one many advantages in this world, but you must use them right."
"There are no lifelong friends in the workplace; don’t blindly trust others or you might get betrayed without knowing."
"Don’t assu soone is genuinely being nice to you; their motives might be impure."
"Learn to say no; if you can’t handle the unwritten rules, report it instead of acting rashly."
"Being too genuine is not always feasible; sotis, a necessary facade is required."
"..."
Holly Sawyer continued giving advice to Nancy Miller.
She could protect Nancy Miller, but couldn’t always be there for her; Nancy needed to learn to handle situations on her own.
Later, she’d be in Arkenfall, while Nancy would be in Bexley—thousands of miles apart—a distant solution to imdiate needs. Nancy should learn to stand on her own.
"Thank you, sister, I understand."
Nancy Miller nodded, her expression particularly serious.
Everything Holly Sawyer said was true; Nancy was indeed curious about Holly’s experiences.
"Isaac Walker isn’t dead; he’s still in the hospital being rescued."
Holly Sawyer held her phone, raising her head slowly from the screen, speaking with certainty.
Anyway, it wouldn’t matter even if he were dead.
"Huh?"
Isaac Walker’s fate was trivial to Nancy Miller now; what mattered was how Holly Sawyer knew Isaac wasn’t dead.
"If I want to know sothing, I can generally find out."
Holly Sawyer slightly curved her lips, her eyes containing a hint of amusent.
"Sister, I’m suddenly curious about your identity."
Nancy Miller blinked, looking at Holly Sawyer with curiosity.
If Holly Sawyer had no special identity, it would certainly be impossible; intuition told her Holly’s identity was not simple.
"You’ll eventually find out, maybe..."
Holly Sawyer stopped there.
Perhaps it might seem frightening.
Although she’d never gotten blood on her hands, the lives she’d handled were quite nurous, almost uncountable.
"I’ll settle your issues; you don’t need to deal with the crew. I can refer you to relevant jobs."
Holly Sawyer suddenly felt a bit tired; she yawned, speaking slowly.
Her connections were vast, so if Nancy Miller wanted a part-ti job or work related to dance, she could easily recomnd sothing.
Those were minor issues.
Even Nancy Miller’s dream of performing on stage, Holly could help realize it.
"Isaac Walker won’t demand compensation?"
She had interacted with Isaac and knew he wasn’t soone who would easily let go.
Since he was still alive, Nancy Miller felt he wouldn’t spare her.
"He’d need the opportunity to demand that."
Holly Sawyer’s lips curled into a cold smile, tapping her fingertip rhythmically on the table.
Want compensation?
Fine.
But he’d need his life to demand it.
Soone who bullied her still alive? Holly Sawyer felt quite displeased.
Nancy Miller didn’t speak; her determined gaze held on Holly Sawyer, trusting Holly to handle things well for her.
She thought Holly’s "opportunity" ant evidence against Isaac, and her self-defense stance was justified.
She hadn’t anticipated that by "opportunity," Holly ant his life.
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