My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 1891

Chapter 1891 She Relies on Him

The director didn't go far.

Seeing Byron coming out, he quickly ran over with a smile. "Mr. Crawford, are you leaving now?"

"Paul is very emotional. You are here to celebrate his birthday, so I won't disturb you." Byron said gently, "Paul is lucky to have a teacher like you."

"Thank you, but you and your wife have helped these children more."

Byron smiled faintly, "I won't disturb you. I'll leave first."

"Okay." The director watched Byron enter the elevator.

After that, he pushed the door open and entered the private room.

Paul stood there with a pale face.

He looked like what he was about to face was not a promising future but a road to death.

"Paul..." The director had never seen Paul like this.

It seemed that he had suffered a terrible blow.

"Forget it. If you really don't want to go, I will reject..." the director said.

"No need." Paul could distinguish between pros and cons.

He could die, but the restaurant owner and the director, as well as those who helped him, were innocent.

"What?" The director looked stunned.

"Don't you want to celebrate my birthday?" Paul sniffed and sat down. "Let's order some food."

"That's good." The director clapped his hands happily. "I know that you will be worried and scared because you have no relatives there, but I have discussed it with my wife, and we will try to visit you during vacations."

Silent for a moment, Paul nodded.

Paul was always frugal, but today, he was very extravagant.

The director didn't stop him.

He knew Paul was angry.

Although he didn't know what method Byron used to persuade Paul to go abroad, he thought it was good that Paul agreed.

After lunch, Paul blew out the candles and ate the birthday cake.

Then he went home.

Along the way, Paul, who didn't cry even after his ribs were broken in the past, never stopped crying.

Back home, looking at the house that had just been cleaned by him, he took out his parents' photos.

He cried sadly.

In Lakin, lying on the desk, Mia was stumped by a question. "It's strange. When Paul was here, I would know how to solve them as long as he talked about these questions." As she muttered, she looked at her phone on the side.

Half an hour ago, she took a photo of this question and sent it to Paul.

Usually, if Paul was busy, he would tell her that he would reply later.

But half an hour passed, he still didn't reply.

"I just asked another teacher. Take a look at the answer." Sitting opposite Mia, Byron handed the iPad in his hand to her.

Mia glanced at it.

Although it was a bit complicated, she could understand it.

However, while solving the problem, she muttered, "Paul is more skilled. His method is simpler than this."

Mia glanced at her phone again.

Paul still didn't reply.

Mia thought, "Has he fallen asleep?"

Seeing Mia was absent-minded, Byron thought that his decision to send Paul away was right.

Now Mia relied on Paul so much.

If he didn't send Paul away, the situation would be worse.