Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

The next day, at the Wilson's residence.

Other than Jasper, everyone else was eating breakfast in the dining room. The two children were taken care of by their grandparents as they ate breakfast. Their grandparents doted on all of them. Rachel and Caleb moved all the breakfast foods in front of their granddaughters.

They were afraid that the children would not be able to reach it or would not be able to eat their fill.

Grandparents would always think that their grandchildren were not full or warm enough.

"Enough, Grandma... I'm full... I can't eat anymore."

Olivia waved her hand. She could not speak clearly with all the food in her mouth.

She was already stuffed and her stomach was bloated.

Sophia was still eating in big mouthfuls. Her appetite was twice as big as Olivia's. Perhaps it was because she exercised more. Olivia occasionally ran in the morning, but Sophia had to exercise as soon as she woke up. If she did not exercise, her entire body would itch, and she would feel uncomfortable.

Trevon finished his breakfast and took a tissue to wipe his lips. He suggested gently, "Olivia, do you want to rest for another day?"

"No need, Dad. I really am fine. I've almost recovered. Jasper might still be a little unwell though."

Trevon knew that his son was still not feeling well and even had a fever last night. However, he did not say this. He did not want his daughters and parents to worry. He stayed in Jasper's room last night until 2.30 a.m. and helped Jasper change the ice pack. He only returned to his room when Jasper's fever went down. Natalie went to Jasper's room at around 3 a.m. and stayed until breakfast.

The couple did not tell anyone about their son's fever last night. They tacitly chose to hide it.

After Sophia finished eating, she put down her chopsticks and stood up. She picked up her phone from the corner of the table and said, "Let's go. I'll send you to school. Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, I won't be back for lunch. I'll go try the food at the medical university's cafeteria. I promise to bring Olivia home safely tonight."

After saying that, she even made a standard salute.

The whole family was speechless. It was a very cool gesture.

Trevon thought that his daughter looked quite handsome at this moment. The corners of his lips curled up as he reminded her, "Be careful on the road. Are you driving Olivia's car or your SUV?" "The SUV of course. I think the SUV is good. Olivia's car is too small. It affects my performance."

Natalie glared at her daughter as she asked, "How do you plan to perform?"

Sophia replied, "No, I'm just saying. I promise to drive safely. I'm a good citizen. I won't overtake, cut in line, or fight."

"Alright, you can go. Olivia, keep an eye on her." Natalie was still worried. Her daughter was too risky.

After his daughter left, Trevon called the bodyguards in the dark. Previously, both his daughters and son refused to have someone following them in the dark, so Trevon did not arrange any bodyguards for them.

After this incident, he didn't care if his son and daughters were willing to make the arrangements.

Previously, he was too confident and underestimated the intelligence of his enemies.

For him, respecting children's wishes was less important than keeping them safe.

Athana Medical University.

Sophia drove the car into the school gate and parked in the parking lot under the dormitory building according to Olivia's instructions.

She then followed Olivia upstairs to get a book. At this moment, Sophia looked like a professional bodyguard, not letting anyone touch her sister. Olivia smiled when she saw this and took her sister's hand off. She commented, "What are you doing? Those who don't know you would think that you're a bodyguard whom I hired. Let me tell you, everyone in school only knows me as Olivia Wilson. Don't let me be in the limelight. I'm very low-key. I just want to study properly."

"Got it. It's not like my forehead says whose daughter or sister I am. Look at how scared you are. You're being paranoid."

Half an hour later, in the lecture hall.

The professor, who had been lecturing, suddenly stopped. The students in the classroom were confused. They looked at each other, not knowing why.

After a while, the professor suddenly called out. His tone was angry and his voice was loud. "Wils..."

Before he could finish saying the word, Sophia, who was sleeping, stood up reflexively. Her voice was loud and clear, and the echo echoed throughout the classroom. "Yes sir, I'm here."

The entire lecture hall instantly fell silent. In the next second, everyone began to whisper. Some covered their mouths and laughed.

Olivia looked around and pinched her eyebrows. She never expected something like this to happen. She exhaled and was about to stand up to explain when Sophia reached out and pressed her shoulder down hard. Sophia said, "Hello, professor. My name is Sophia Wilson. Rumor has it that your class is especially good. I'm here to learn."

Sophia Wilson?

Everyone was at a loss for words.

Seeing this, the professor was not angry. This was the first time a student who had been woken up by him reacted like this. The professor was amused and lowered his head.

The professor pushed up the thick glasses on his nose bridge and asked with a smile, "Are you Olivia Wilson's elder or younger sister?"

Olivia's results had always been very good. She was a student that the professor especially liked. The two sisters looked alike, and the professor could tell at a glance that they were related.

Sophia stood upright with her hands by her sides and replied, "Sir, I am the elder sister. Olivia said that your class is lively and interesting, so I came to sit in."

The professor smiled and stared at Sophia, who was standing below the stage. He asked, "Is my class lively and interesting, or boring? You fell asleep while listening to it."

As soon as the professor said this, all the students laughed. Some covered their mouths, not daring to laugh too loudly, some laughed wantonly, and some slapped their thighs excitedly.

Sophia had seen something like this many times during military training. She remained calm and composed as she praised seriously, "That's because I didn't understand the fun in it. Your class is very good." Everyone laughed. They felt that Sophia was very funny. Some young girls even fell in love with Sophia's personality.

The professor no longer made things difficult for Sophia. He also felt that this child was quite interesting. He raised his hand and gestured for Sophia to sit down. "Whether it's interesting or boring, since you're already here, just listen. I'm talking about fractures and the classification of fractures today. These are all things we usually encounter."

Sophia replied, "Alright, professor. I promise to listen carefully. Please continue."

The professor glanced at Sophia again and continued his lecture.

Olivia tilted her head and lowered her voice. She put her book up and covered herself before saying, "The professor was calling me. Why did you stand up?"

Sophia shrunk her head so that the professor could not see her. She then lowered her presence and answered, "It was just a reflex. I thought I was in military training and the instructor called my name. How can I not stand up?"

If she didn't stand up, she would have to run 6 miles while carrying weights.

Olivia did not know what to say.

Sophia explained in a low voice why she had fallen asleep. "How can I not fall asleep when all the professor is talking about is something broken, shattered, or cracked?"

"Go to the car and take a nap. I'll go home with you after class."

Sophia felt that this was quite a good idea. This theory class was not her favorite. It was completely a lullaby and she fell asleep listening to it. It would not be good for her to keep getting called out. She agreed "Alright, if I come again in the afternoon, I won't need to sleep at night."

At the same time.

Athana High School.

In the toilet of Building 5, two boys in school uniforms were bickering.

Harper, who was wearing the school uniform of Athana High School, cursed, "What's wrong with you? Your classroom is in Building 1. Why are you in the toilet in Building 5?"

Harper was about the same height as Cyril. He was only half a finger taller than Cyril. At this moment, he was bending down to support Cyril.

Cyril raised a slightly swollen hand and tugged at his pants with one hand. He was also dissatisfied. "This is all your fault. Do you think I want this? If it weren't for your new family rule, would I have been implicated?"

Five minutes ago, Harper was chatting with the study committee member in the classroom when a junior suddenly ran in and said that someone was looking for him in the toilet of Building 5.

He asked who the other party was. The boy said that it was his younger brother. The first person who popped up in Harper's mind was Cyril. Although he was suspicious and did not know why Cyril was in Building 5, as the older brother, he still went to take a look.

However, when he arrived, he found out that Cyril had asked him to help him hold his pants.

Harper retorted. He was also very depressed about being grounded. Recently, he had been solving questions and nothing else. When he closed his eyes, all he saw were more questions in front of him. He grasped the main point and stated, "You got grounded."

"You can talk but don't drop my pants," Cyril urged as he pulled up his pants with one hand.

Harper looked at his swollen hand and pulled his pants up forcefully. Cyril gritted his teeth in pain. He said, "Can't you be gentler? I was beaten non-stop last night."

His father had only beaten one side of his butt. What kind of fetish was that? He seriously suspected that his father had a crush on this side of his butt.

"Hahaha, your butt was also beaten up. What did you do? Uncle was ruthless. Even Auntie and Nona couldn't protect you," Harper gloated.

Harper did not hide his teasing at all. His shoulders kept trembling, and he looked like he was asking for a beating.

Cyril was furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's none of your business. Worry about yourself."

Harper thought that Cyril would not be able to keep this a secret anyway and he would find out the reason sooner or later. He then changed the topic. He buttoned up Cyril's pants and said, "With your current state, why would you still wear jeans instead of sweatpants? What's wrong with you? In your current situation, just wearing underwear is the most suitable."

Cyril retorted, "So what if I like jeans?"

He was too anxious in the morning, so he took a pair of jeans and put them on. At that time, it was a little difficult to put them on, but because his father was calling for him downstairs, he was afraid that his father would scold him if he changed again, so he put them on and went to school.

Who knew that it would take so much effort? He had to pee a lot today as well.

He even suspected that his urinary system had failed after being beaten by his father.

Harper helped him out and urged him, "You've done enough. With your "disability", didn't you think it's tiring to run to the toilet in Building 5 instead of Building 1? You should have asked that guy to help you pul up your pants just now. What a waste of time. Hurry up and go to class."

Cyril tried his best to walk normally so that others would not see his pain. He said, "I care about my reputation and I don't want someone I don't know to look at my butt."

Then, he continued, "You're really slow. It took you five minutes to get from Building 1 to Building 5. Even a snail moves faster than you. My legs are numb from squatting." Harper said, "If I came early, you'll make me wipe your butt."

Cyril retorted, "I don't know about you but I'm not that shameless." Wanting to help him wipe his butt? Dream on.

Harper said in disdain, "Even if I want to look, I won't even look at you. Even if I'm shameless, I don't want to ruin my eyes. I have to drip some eye drops when I go back tonight."

"Get lost."

At the same time, at the Wilson's residence.

Jasper had already woken up and his fever had subsided. At this moment, he was sitting on the bed reading a book. His face was not rosy. Instead, it was a little pale after his fever. Natalie knocked on the door a few times. "Jasper, can I come in?"

"Yes."

She pushed the door open and saw her son reading a book. She came in with a bowl of oatmeal as she said, "Stop reading. You haven't eaten anything all morning. Have something warm to fill your stomach." As she spoke, she took the book from her son's hand. The moment she took it away, she glanced at the cover of the book. It was about the development and management of tourist resources.

Jasper took the oatmeal from his mother's hand and ate it slowly. Natalie sat down on the edge of the bed and raised her hand to test the temperature of her son's forehead. When she found that he was no longer feverish, she heaved a sigh of relief and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm better now. You don't have to look after me all the time." He guessed that his mother hadn't gone to work because of him.

Natalie smiled and tidied up the loose hair on her son's forehead. She understood what he meant. "I will only go to work if all of you are healthy."

Seeing that her son was silent, she continued, "There's no need to be in such a hurry. Do what you want to do step by step. I trust you. Even Lena..."

Jasper interrupted his mother and looked up with a determined gaze. "Mom."

Natalie felt heartache and a sense of helplessness when she met her son's gaze. This boy was too stubborn. "I understand. Give it to me. Don't read for too long. Rest for a while if you're tired." Natalie took her son's empty bowl and stood up.

Jasper answered, "Alright."