This question, Victor Grant really hadn’t thought about it carefully. Being a straightforward person, his emotions were straightforward too. If he liked sothing, he just liked it. Why differentiate between those trivial details?
"I don’t know, but I just like being with you. Seeing you happy makes happy, and seeing you unhappy makes unhappy. Also, how should I say it? I’m actually quite selfish. I’ve never thought about changing anything for my parents, but I want to change for you. You can ask to do anything, and I’m willing to do it, really."
Victor Grant’s words were as straightforward as he was, yet each word was sincere. May Morgan had every reason to believe that Victor’s love for her at this mont was genuinely sincere.
But even the most sincere love only exists as long as the novelty hasn’t faded, just like Vincent Vance’s love for her back then. Despite being soone who hated the sll of durian, he could eat durian pastries for her and tolerate the entire house slling like durian without complaints, just to please her.
And then there was Adam Owens, a steel-hearted man who didn’t like comics and ani characters, but he would spend weekends watching ani with her, buy rchandise, and attend comic conventions for her. But in the end, Adam also had a child with Maxwell Vance and got married, didn’t he?
So, is love really unreliable?
"I believe you, but I don’t believe you can be good to for a lifeti." May Morgan’s lips curved into a self-deprecating smile. Her gaze then shifted to the window, watching the constantly changing scenery outside. She sighed sadly, "Maybe I’m too stubborn, or perhaps I fantasize too much. Reality is ultimately reality, and human nature is inherently dark. Victor Grant, I believe what you just said, but I don’t believe you can be good to one person for a lifeti, so I still won’t agree to marry you."
Throughout the journey, Victor Grant sowhat ca to terms with it. She disagreed, and that was that, as it was certainly better than her leaving him entirely.
"It’s okay. As I just said, as long as you don’t move away, I’ll do whatever you want. If you really don’t want to marry , how about I beco your brother?"
May Morgan still felt uncomfortable with the idea. She didn’t want to live at Victor’s ho because this way, even if she wasn’t his girlfriend, their relationship would be quite ssy.
Besides, Victor Grant was a passionate man, what if one day he drank too much or couldn’t control himself and did sothing to her?
"I’ve thought about it—my studies aren’t finished, and I’m just a high school graduate. This education isn’t enough, I definitely need to go to college, so in a few days, once I’ve dealt with school affairs, I’ll move back to the dormitory." May insisted stubbornly to Victor Grant.
Victor Grant couldn’t really convince her, so he temporarily conceded: "I’ll help you with your schooling, but can you not stay in a dormitory? Is it not enough if I move out and let you stay in the villa? Or I can find you a place near the school with Miller to accompany you, right? Dormitories are so chaotic. Isn’t it inconvenient for you there?"
May Morgan opened her mouth, just about to speak when her phone suddenly rang.
She quickly took out her phone and glanced at it. It was a call from her advisor, and she thought it might be a way to resu her studies, so she quickly answered the call and asked, "Professor, how is my application for returning to school?"
The advisor regretfully told May Morgan, "May, I’m sorry, but this matter may not work."
Upon hearing this, May’s face changed imdiately, and she hurriedly asked, "What’s going on?"
The advisor sincerely explained to May Morgan, "Well, the principal said you applied for a one-year leave, and it’s only been a few months, so returning now is inappropriate. If you really want to study, you’ll have to wait for the leave period to end before returning."
When May heard this, she beca anxious and repeatedly pleaded with the advisor, "Professor, the leave was handled by Vincent; I didn’t know about it. Now I happen to have enough ti to study, why can’t I? I can make up for the missed courses in my spare ti!"
The advisor had received direct orders from Jacob Jennings and had decided not to let May return, so he spoke so firmly, naturally, no matter how May pleaded, he wasn’t going to agree.
"May, I know you’re a diligent student, and I also see your performance in school, but rules are rules. The principal said even if Vincent ca to plead personally, he couldn’t break the rules, or else it would be inspected higher up. If you really want to study, there is a way—to transfer your student record to another school and restart your studies in a different city."
Suggesting May transfer her records and study in another city was secretly advised by Jacob, with no other purpose than to make May leave Silverwood City by any ans necessary.
Because only when she completely leaves Silverwood City would she be truly safe.
May Morgan wrinkled her brow, feeling sowhat at a loss, and said to the advisor, "You’re asking to transfer my student record to another school, where else can I go? Our school’s specialization is the only one in Silverwood City; if I study again, I will still study this kind of specialization. But if I transfer, I’ll have to study out of town."
Upon hearing this, the advisor smiled softly, trying to persuade May Morgan, "I understand you don’t want to give up the major you worked hard to choose. Since that’s the case, what’s wrong with studying in another city? You’ll be staying in a dormitory anyway, right?"
"Um... I’ll think about it." Seeing that there was no leeway on the advisor’s end, May Morgan knew she couldn’t make it too difficult for the advisor, reluctantly agreeing.
Victor Grant was listening nearby, he heard most of what the advisor said to May Morgan. When it was ntioned about transferring the student record, Victor’s eyes suddenly lit up with an idea.
Since he couldn’t persuade May to drop the idea of studying, then why not help her transfer her records to Beldon City, where his family is from? That would work!
Moreover, in Beldon City, the engineering technology college’s board chairman happened to be his father.
"Um, are you really planning to go to school?" Victor Grant cleared his throat, tentatively asking May Morgan.
May sighed helplessly, raised her eyes to glance at Victor, and said, "I want to go, but they don’t want , what can I do?"
"Well, I rember you’re studying engineering design, right? I think my dad has a university, it’s an engineering technology college. He’s the chairman of the board, and if you want to go, it’s just a matter of a word." Victor Grant cautiously told her, not daring to boast too much in front of May.
May Morgan looked at his extrely serious face, feeling a bit hesitant: "Wouldn’t that an going to study in Beldon City?"
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