If Whitaker Scarlett liked him, that was unavoidable; having decided to be with Rosalie, he could only be “brother-in-law.”
Hearing that Whitaker Scarlett’s parents were getting divorced, Walter Janson felt a bit worried but didn’t want to show it in front of Whitaker Rosalie:
“You handle your family matters; I can’t really get involved. But I can accompany you back to Sky haven, and we can go to the farm together.”
Whitaker Rosalie lowered her eyelids, realizing she hadn’t completely forgotten?
She had put in so much effort; could she not fully capture this man’s heart? Whitaker Scarlett, aside from her looks, was clearly just a useless airhead, yet most men in the world were superficial.
Whitaker Rosalie’s mind raced with thoughts, but she spoke with guilt: “As for us… I’m sorry for Scarlett. I’m afraid she might take extreme measures and go down the wrong path.”
“Rosalie, that was my fault; you did nothing wrong.”
Walter Janson held her frostbitten hand tightly. “To this day, I don’t think it was a mistake. The timing of our fate was just off, but you can’t call it a mistake!”
A faint blush rose on Whitaker Rosalie’s face.
When Walter Janson mentioned “fate,” it reminded her of that night.
Two students who had little interaction before, after finishing their exams, compared answers and felt increasingly confident about their performance. Borrowing review materials was their initial connection, and their shared ambition to apply to a university in the capital was their common goal. The moonlight and a bottle of white liquor were their matchmakers… Walter Janson was right; this was a destined relationship.
Walter Janson could only be hers!
…
Twenty men’s coats were still not enough for the Shandong railway system to digest.
People these days were not afraid of matching outfits; stylish clothes were the trend, and whoever could wear them showed their capability.
Amanda set up her stall alone for two days, and business improved. There were still a few items left, which Whitaker Scarlett let Amanda sell while she pocketed the earnings and boarded the train to Sablewick again.
She was determined to buy a crystal chandelier, and this time she had quite a bit of money with her.
Currently, there were no banking services for remote storage; large sums of money had to be either wired or carried on one’s person.
Whitaker Scarlett had gone to Sablewick for the first time with less than a thousand dollars; now she had ten thousand… the largest denomination of paper money was ten dollars, making ten thousand equivalent to a hefty one hundred thousand in later years. In winter, she could hide the money in her thick clothing, but what would she do in summer?
Whitaker Scarlett thought this was a problem.
She was already eye-catching enough, so she dared not draw attention when going out. Every time she traveled alone, she wore old clothes, fearing that human traffickers might take advantage of her. She touched the electric shock device that Kay had given her; it provided her with a sense of security.
On the train, she couldn’t sleep soundly either. Dazed, Whitaker Scarlett got off the train and was immediately surrounded by people asking if she needed a ride.
Human-powered tricycles and motorcycles were already present at the Sablewick train station in ’83. Here, one could truly feel the changes brought by the reform and opening up; it seemed everyone in the city had developed a money-making mindset—Whitaker Scarlett frowned. She had clearly refused a ride, yet several people surrounded her, chattering away, making her grip the electric shock device tightly.
“Scarlett!”
Sanders Wren shoved a man aside and pulled Whitaker Scarlett to her side.
Whitaker Scarlett’s spirit jolted, “Sister Bai, you’re back?”
Before boarding the train, she had sent Sanders Wren a telegram on a whim, not expecting her to actually return from Pent Special Zone today to pick her up. Sanders Wren’s Sablewick accent intimidated those surrounding them, and someone muttered a curse, telling Sanders Wren not to meddle.
Without a word, Sanders Wren threw the man over her shoulder.
The man fell to the ground, groaning for a long time before he could get up. His companions shouted that Sanders Wren had hurt him and demanded compensation.
Sanders Wren scoffed, “Do you want me to pay for a coffin?”
Whitaker Scarlett found her words quite sharp, but Sanders Wren was not one to back down. These people were trying to bully the two women. Whitaker Scarlett was amazed by Sanders Wren’s skills; the family martial arts were indeed impressive, and that shoulder throw was executed beautifully.
As she pondered how to handle the situation, the crowd of onlookers was dispersed, and finally, someone stood up for them:
“Marshall, are you guys trying to scam someone again?”
Marshall lay on the ground pretending to be dead, and Whitaker Scarlett couldn’t tell where this person came from.
Sanders Wren frowned, “My friend has already said she doesn’t want to take a car. You guys are surrounding her, are you trying to bully a young girl? If she doesn’t get up, we’ll go to the police station to reason with you!”
