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What else could she do other than be a whore for some rich man? She’d just need to be down and spread her legs wide anytime to get however much money she wants. Why would she ever need to find a job if she has easy money like that?

“Shhl Mrs. Waterson, you can’t make things up like this! You can’t just tarnish a young lady’s image like that?”

“Hah! If his daughter were really working a stable job, then why has she not come home for years? It’s because they think she’s a huge embarrassment and kicked her out of the family. This is a small city, after all, and all kinds of news always spread like wildfire every time.

“Of course Mr. Sutton wants to keep everything hush hush! Cherwise, how would he be able to present himself as a respectful teacher und here?”

“Oh my god…”

Naturally, Lionel didn’t hear anything that Mary said. Even if he did, he would most probably have pretended not to have heard anything.

The reason was because he thought Miranda was no different than a pet for those rich millionaires to play and toy around with.

Miranda got down from the bullet train and hugged her winter jacket closer to herself. Lumberville was located to the south of Elgerson City, which made it supposedly warmer. However, it was still a cold and chilly month in Lumberville.

She got into a cab and stared out the windows as the scenery passed her by. She was slowly reconnecting them with memories of the past.

The population in Lumberville was quite low. The heavy industries had moved out of the main city area as the government vigorously developed the tourism sector in the past few years.

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There were pivity of fives and greenery lie the aides of the road, with many old telage have been given a facelift. Even the parks and gardens were also

Atvashatans, the buildings in the older part of town still remained in their OMAN WANNA Lumberville was thus split into the newer part of town and the okey part of town with this.

During summer, there would be people rowing boats on the river. During wander, the river would freeze over with a thin layer of ice on the surface that woad break apart as soon as anyone touched it. The ice would then float about freely on the water as it reflected the winter sun in all directions.

There was a very old bridge connecting both sides of the river. Miranda’s old home was located on the other side of the bridge.

After weaving through a small lane, one would then be able to make out the words on the signboard in far yonder that read “Earnest High Staff Quarters“.

Since Lionel had graduated as the top student from t Physics Faculty of Queenstone College back in his days, he was specialty invited to be the physics teacher at Earnest High School in Lumberville. He was even promoted to the head of the physics department within a year.

He also formed the Physics Olympiad team in Earnest High with the most outstanding students and sent them off to compete in the international competition.

These students who made his team had all been guaranteed spots in top- ranking colleges in the country. As of now, most, if not all of them, were also very successful people in their field.

It was not an exaggeration to say that Lionel played an important part in many of his students‘ success in life. His excellent talent for teaching allowed him to be one of the first few teachers who earned their housing benefits and enjoyed them too.

In fact, he had been the youngest teacher to earn the right back at that time.

Miranda began to tear up as she thought about her father.

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“I taught you everything, and this is how you repay me? By throwing away your studies for a man? How can I continue being a teacher if my own daughter turns out like this?

“If you go with him, then don’t ever come back. Don’t even call us your parents anymore!

“Mimi, have you really thought it through? Are you really going to choose him over our parents?

“Fine! Then, from today onward, I am no longer your father, and you are also no longer my daughter!”

“Miss, we’re here,” the cab driver repeated.

Miranda hurriedly snapped back to the present and took out her phone to pay for her cab fare. “Thank you.”

Miranda’s home was located on the first floor. They ha little yard on the side. Since her mother, Mindy, loved the color purple, Lionel had planted a garden full of wisteria flowers for her.

Whenever it was flowering season, the branches hanging down from the trees would be full of purple wisteria flowers. Miranda especially loved sitting in the yard while enjoying the view.

When Lionel saw that Miranda loved hanging out in the yard, he even specifically put up a swing for her to play on. Eventually, as she grew older, she didn’t play on the swing or hang out in the yard as often anymore.

Miranda hadn’t had a chance to see her parents after leaving for college. It had been six years since then. She didn’t know whether the wisteria flowers or the swing would still be where they used to be before she left.

She blinked away the tears in her eyes as she thought of this. Then, she stood at the front door to her old home, took a deep breath, and knocked.