The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System Chapter 90 - 90 Withdraw her boarding privileges

Chapter 90: Withdraw her boarding privileges Chapter 90: Withdraw her boarding privileges Maureen made plans to et with Mrs.

Donald and Laurel at the mall.

Having lived abroad for two years, Laurel’s taste improved greatly, no longer the chubby kid from the past.

He now stands at one ter seventy-eight, dressed coolly, earning the title of a handso youth.

Walking next to Maureen, the two of them attracted quite a few gazes.

Last ti, it was mostly Laurel asking about Maureen’s life in the past two years.

This ti, Maureen finally had the chance to catch up with her childhood playmate, Laurel.

“Maureen, you’ve really changed a lot.

Of course, you haven’t changed fundantally, but externally, you have,” Laurel said, his face reddening.

He was not good at expressing himself.

What he wanted to say was that when Maureen first ca from Diego City, faced with all the unfamiliarity here, she used to be sowhat timid.

But not the Maureen of now, she’s assertive and takes action on anything she sets her mind on.

Maureen laughed, “You’ve changed too, you’ve beco more handso.” In fact, they had both changed quite a lot.

The two years apart had really made them reflect.

Laurel then asked, “Has the issue with your face completely resolved?” The Donald family went abroad after Maureen was welcod into the Smith family, and not long after her grandmother’s death.

At that ti, Maureen had an issue with her face.

She originally wanted to hide it from Laurel and Mr.

And Mrs Donald but failed to resist their request to video call.

As a result, the Donald family knew about it.

Mrs.

Donald tried to give Maureen so money, but Maureen did not accept it.

“I’m totally fine now.” Maureen subconsciously touched her cheek.

If it wasn’t for Laurel’s concern, she would have forgotten about her injury.

All this is thanks to Liam, whom she considers her lucky charm.

Maureen glanced at her potted plant with its new sprouts – four little trees which ant two hundred tender seedlings.

Thinking that Liam’s birthday was coming up, she decided to prepare a gift for him.

While she and Laurel were shopping, she would buy everything that had a manufacture date of November 5, including baseball caps.

But Maureen wasn’t sure what to give specifically.

She was just secretly collecting, hoping that Liam will find her gift unique and sprinkle more joy to his day.

“Oh, right.” Maureen suddenly pulled out her phone, and showed Laurel a photo she took yesterday.

Last night when she went to the balcony to air out her clothes, she saw a white bottle fall from Liam’s backpack.

She picked it up and casually snapped a photo of the French words on it, then put it back in Liam’s backpack.

“You just returned from France, right?

You should be able to understand what this ans, right?” Laurel looked at the photo for a while and said, “I can’t understand it, I can only recognize a few words, treatnt, usage, chronic insomnia disorder and the like.

After all, I only use spoken French, I don’t understand professional vocabulary, you might want to consult a doctor.” “Isn’t it a vitamin?” Maureen was astonished.

Laurel replied, “Of course not, vitamin is another word.” Only then did Maureen realize that because Liam had once ntioned ‘vitamin’, she had assud that all the dicine Liam takes were vitamins.

Insomnia?

But why would he have insomnia?

Maureen, seeing him sleeping lazily on the desk every day in class, always thought his sleeping pattern was better than that of most people.

Maureen then suddenly recalled those inexplicable bruises and glass cuts on Liam’s body.

No wonder she had an odd feeling about it.

“What’s up?” asked Laurel.

“Nothing.” Maureen got herself together, put the picture away, and planned to find another opportunity to take a picture of Liam’s dicine and then ask the doctors in the hospital.

Because of this, Maureen completely lost her mood for shopping.

She just wanted to go back to Liam’s house.

While Maureen and Laurel were shopping with Mrs.

Donald, Mrs.

Smith, accompanied by her friends, was also out to buy and relax.

Mrs.

Smith never expected to et Mrs.

Donald and Maureen coming down the escalator.

” For a mont, she was stunned and subconsciously walked towards them.

However, the escalator was going up, she could only turn her head helplessly, watching Maureen, Mrs.

Donald, and Laurel depart.

Seeing her acting strangely, her friend looked in the direction she was looking, and saw Maureen and the people around her.

She turned to Mrs.

Smith said, “Isn’t that your child, who’s with her, your relative?

Why is she out shopping with another mother and son?” Mrs.

Smith was in pain and anxious, at a loss for words.

Her gaze fell on the hand Maureen was holding with Mrs.

Donald—Maureen also used to hold her hand when they went shopping.

Now Maureen was gone, and there was no one to accompany her when shopping.

At the mont, Mrs.

Smith’s heart was not only filled with regret but also hatred for Mrs.

Donald.

She was upset thinking how she lost her own daughter, yet Mrs.

Donald could get along so well with Maureen.

“She’s a relative of ours,” Mrs.

Smith managed to say, her heart feeling heavy.

She had no other choice.

If it got out that Maureen and her family had fallen out, it would spread like wildfire in no ti.

“It seems like your Maureen is quite nice to this relative of yours,” a friend next to her remarked, curling her lip, “She’s even helping her pick out clothes.

She’s so patient.

My daughter would never show this kind of patience.” Turning their heads, they could see Maureen accompanying Mrs.

Donald into a boutique, holding up a piece of clothing for Mrs.

Donald’s opinion.

The lump in Mrs.

Smith’s chest beca unbearable.

She wanted to ask her friend to stop poking the subject, but she carried on, “I actually quite like your Maureen, she’s pretty.

Next ti bring her along when we go shopping.” Mrs.

Smith’s lips turned pale, and she forced a smile, “Okay, I will bring her along next ti.” As Maureen disappeared from their view, Mrs.

Smith felt a pang of anxiety, as though she had lost sothing.

This can’t continue.

She thought.

I must find a way to pull Maureen back into our lives.

Mrs.

Smith kept hoping that Maureen would co around eventually and return ho.

But seeing how happy she was living outside, treating Mrs.

Donald like her family, made her doubt if Maureen still cared about them.

If she didn’t do sothing, Mrs.

Smith feared that she would lose her daughter forever.

Gritting her teeth, she sent a text to Oliver, “Do you think you could contact Maureen’s school and request they withdraw her boarding privileges?”