The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 52

After Vivienne finished her instructions, she left the classroom.

When she got to Class Eighteen, she had the principal print out all subject test papers for her to pick up.

As soon as she walked out of the classroom, Charlotte chased after her, "Vivienne, wait up!"

Vivienne stopped in her tracks, turned to look at her, and said seriously, "You should call me Ms. Vivienne now."

Charlotte's mouth twitched, but she obediently said, "Ms. Vivienne."

Vivienne nodded, patting her on the head, "Good girl!"

Charlotte was taken aback.

Did Vivienne just pat her like she was petting a dog?

No way!

She's not a dog!

Charlotte followed her, excitedly asking, "Ms. Vivienne, how did you end up teaching at our school? You're only nineteen, barely went to school yourself, how did the principal hire you?"

Curiosity piqued, she continued, "Come on, tell me, what's the story? I'm totally gobsmacked, Ms. Vivienne, you're incredible. You might not know, but no one in the entire school dares to mess with the students of Class Eighteen, but you've got them eating out of your hand. I'm really impressed!"

Vivienne was momentarily at a loss for words.

How did she not notice Charlotte was such a chatterbox?

"If I told you that I got a doctorate in both Medicine and Biochemistry from Elite University when I was sixteen, would you believe me?" Vivienne asked.

"I believe you!" Charlotte answered very seriously.

Vivienne was taken aback, asking uncertainly, "You believe me?"

If she told the same thing to the Hawthorn family or Dorian, probably no one would believe her.

Even among the other teachers at this school, few would believe her.

But Charlotte didn't hesitate to believe her.

"Of course I believe you! For you to become a teacher at Cloudcrest High School, you either got in through backdoor connections or you're really talented. Considering how the Hawthorn family treats you, they likely didn't pull any strings for you. And the Hawthorn family doesn't have that kind of clout anyway." Charlotte was dead serious, "So that leaves us with talent, Ms. Vivienne."

Vivienne's mouth twitched, "I was joking with you, you don't have to keep calling me Ms. Vivienne, you can call me whatever you want."

"Got it!" Charlotte looped her arm through Vivienne's, grinning adoringly at her, "Vivienne, you're amazing, getting a double doctorate at sixteen, how did you do it?"

"I just...studied hard?" Vivienne said.

"It's all about talent!" Charlotte mused, "Not everyone can get a double doctorate. You got it at sixteen, you're a genius! What am I going to do, Vivienne, I'm starting to idolize you, you're my new role model!" Vivienne had to admit, Charlotte had a knack for flattery!

She glanced at Charlotte, "Why are you still here?"

At twenty, shouldn't Charlotte be in college by now?

"Don't even get me started, I've been in senior year for three years now!" Charlotte said, seeming rather proud.

Vivienne was speechless.

Charlotte was proud of being stuck in senior year for three years?

"Do you look down on me? Being stuck in senior year for three years is kind of impressive, you know?" Charlotte's eyes suddenly dimmed, "I want to graduate too, but I'm not very good at studying. I have to tell you, I didn't get into high school after middle school, so my dad paid for me to continue studying."

"He said, the Redwood family shouldn't have a child who didn't even graduate high school, so he wanted me to at least get a high school diploma. But from the start of my freshman year in high school, I couldn't understand what the teachers were saying in class. I was originally meant to repeat the year, but my dad made a donation to the school so I didn't have to. But getting a diploma isn't just about paying money, I have to pass the exams. Even though my classmates replace the exams tough, they all cram before the exams, do all sorts of test papers, and memorize content. All in all, there's hope of passing the

exams.

My parents are always busy with work and often on business trips, there's no one to take care of me. They hired a tutor for me, but I can't understand what the tutor's teaching either. I don't dare tell my parents that the tutor isn't good, because they'd just think I'm trying to shirk studying."

Charlotte said a lot, and Vivienne noticed that she seemed down.

This sadness stemmed from her family situation.

The Redwood family was different from the Wood family and the Harper family. Logan and Oberon had siblings.

Charlotte was an only child in her family, but she had cousins who were all more outstanding than her, the pride of the Redwood family, so no one wanted to play with her.

Charlotte's parents were often away on business trips, leaving her and the nanny at home. She was lonely because no one was looking after her.

Vivienne looked at her for a long while, then grabbed her by the collar and said, "Let's go."

"Uh, where are we going?" Charlotte looked puzzled, then remembered how formidable Vivienne was in class and involuntarily shrank back, "Vivienne, you're not going to beat me up, right?" Vivienne was speechless.

Did she look like a violent maniac?

"Come with me to get the test papers. While others started revising from high school, you should've started from junior high."

After saying that, Vivienne paused, "Don't tell me you've forgotten all junior high knowledge?"

Charlotte blushed, "Are you underestimating me? Junior high knowledge... I should still remember... right?"

She was a bit unsure.

Because she really hadn't been studying these past few years!

Vivienne looked up at the sky speechlessly, struggling to say, "You -- start revising from elementary knowledge."

Charlotte said, "... uh, aren't you going a bit overboard? Elementary... elementary knowledge... I still remember such simple stuff."

Vivienne rolled her eyes.

Charlotte actually dared to say that.

She ignored Charlotte and dragged her to the principal's office.

The test papers were prepared from high school, 45 for each subject, several tall stacks of papers. Vivienne and Charlotte obviously couldn't carry them all at once.

So, Vivienne called Logan, ordering, "Bring people to help me move the test papers."

She had saved the phone number after checking everyone's information in Class Eighteen.

On the other end, Logan stared at the ended call, completely baffled. After a while, he came back to his senses, "I knew she was no ordinary girl! She even has my number!" This girl was terrifying.

"Hurry up, go to the principal's office to move the test papers!" Logan immediately shouted.