NovelEndChapter 163 The next day, when Citrine returned to Havencrest Technical College for another tutoring session, she was surprised to find the school's entire leadership team- everyone from the principal to the department heads- waiting at the entrance to greet her.
They were all impeccably dressed in suits, so much so that for a second, Citrine wondered if she'd somehow offended the wrong organization.
Once she arrived, the administrators each took a moment to introduce themselves.
After Citrine had a grasp of who was who, she briefly introduced herself as well. Then, she was escorted by a few staff members to a newly assigned lecture hall.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut today, things were different. Instead of just students, a whole row of teachers sat quietly at the back of the classroom, ready to observe.
Citrine swept her gaze over them, pretending not to notice, and launched into her lesson as usual.
She taught a mix of humanities and sciences, and regardless of the subject, her explanations were clear and captivating-often even better than the regular faculty. In subjects like history and civics, she told vivid stories that brought dry material to life, making it easier for students to remember and stay engaged.
As for the sciences, those were her specialty. Citrine's approach to problem-solving was remarkably straightforward much simpler than the methods used by the teachers at Primus Academy. The students at Havencrest Technical College immediately grasped her logic and found themselves understanding concepts that had stumped them before.
After a few sessions, it was clear her classes had becimpromptu training seminars for the faculty as well. The teachers at Havencrest learned a great deal just by listening in, and their initial admiration for Citrine soon turned into genuine respect.
Over the following days, every tCitrine taught, not a single teacher skipped her class. During breaks, they'd seek out students who were struggling and go over exercises to help reinforce what they'd just learned.
Before long, Citrine becaccustomed to the new routine.
This continued all the way up to finals week.
Havencrest held their end-of-term exams a few days earlier than Primus Academy. For once, the students were actually looking forward to the test. Instead of dreading it, they were eager to show how much they'd learned from Citrine's lessons, determined to hand in exams they could be proud of.
When her tutoring duties wrapped up, Citrine turned her attention to her own finals at Primus Academy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the day of her last exam, she celebrated with her classmates before heading back to the family estate. As soon as she reached the front gate, she spotted two men pacing anxiously.
Citrine ignored them and walked straight toward the house.
"Citrine!" Sawyer's face lit up when he saw her. He hurried over. "Citrine, you're finally home. We've been waiting for ages." Citrine's brows knit together in obvious irritation. "We've already cut ties. Would you please stop bothering me, Mr. Iversons?" She'd been in a good mood all day, but seeing these two now absolutely soured it.
Sawyer, remembering Holbrook's current condition, tried to keep his om Citrinis composure as he spoke. "Citrine, I know you're still upset, but your grandfather's not well. This isn't the tfor stubbornness." Holbrook was ill? Citrine's expression darkened, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. She'd prescribed plenty of restorative medication for Holbrook before-by all rights, he should have recovered by now.
She stayed silent. Mistaking her quiet for compliance, Sawyer relaxed a little and continued, ed.Yourgrandfather's old illness has flared up again. I remember the medicine you gave him last tworked wonders. Where did you get it? Could you givesmore?" Both Sawyer and Clifford looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to hand over the medicine.
Citrine let out a cold laugh, as if she'd just heard a particularly funny joke. With a hint of mockery, she said, "So now you remember me. The Iverson family never ceases to amaze."
Sawyer hesitated, looking at Citrine the way one might look at a stubborn child. "Citrine, there's a limit to how much you can actlout. Your grandfather's in critical condition-he's counting on that medicine to save his life." Holbrook was still unconscious, and Sawyer's impatience was obvious.
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