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When Sean drove Arya out of grammar school, what the siblings didn't know was that, aside from curious colleagues and mischievous students, someone else saw them.

At that time, the woman was sitting in a low-key and luxurious green Bentley, with a slight smile at the corners of her slightly crow's feet.

Seeing that new and lively teacher happily got into the car, the fingers wearing the emerald ring loosened, the curtains of the car were gently closed, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's nice to be young..."

The headmistress of the New Testament Grammar School, the famous philanthropist, Helens Tallow.

"Madam, do you remember the years when you were young with your husband?" The driver wearing a hat was around fifty years old, with a smile under his golden-rimmed eyes.

Ms. Tarrow's husband, Regens Ross Tarrow, was one of Newlander's retail giants and died eight years ago of liver disease.

Hearing the old driver's question, Ms. Tarot just smiled and didn't answer.

"Go home, Brooke."

"Okay, ma'am." The old driver started the car gently and drove forward.

Ms. Tarot has soft orange and gray hair, and dignified and elegant facial features. Even if she doesn't wear expensive custom-made clothes, people will involuntarily raise a sense of respect when they see her appearance.

Just when she put on her glasses and was about to read the poetry collection at hand, she caught a glimpse of the roadside scene from the corner of her eye.

She immediately put down her glasses and poetry collection, and patted the driver Brook on the shoulder with a slightly wrinkled hand: "Brook, be careful..."

She pointed to the back of a little girl in a red dress who was carrying a schoolbag and walking slowly by the roadside.

On the roadside in front of her, there is a pool of water. If the vehicle passes too fast, sewage will splash, which may stain the little girl's shoes and clothes.

"Understood, Mrs. Tarot." Brooke knew that Mrs. Tarot, who he had followed for many years, had always been so kind. He lightly braked, slowed down the speed of the Bentley sedan, and drove slowly through the puddle...

When passing the little girl, Ms. Tarot took a careful look at the little girl and frowned suddenly: "Stop, Brooke."

The driver stepped on the brakes like a shot, stopped the car, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, ma'am?"

Without answering the question, Ms. Taro had already got out of the car. She stepped on the stagnant water despite her shiny new high heels and came to the little girl.

The little girl with a pale face, chanting words while walking, suddenly found an adult standing beside her.

She stopped to take a closer look—it turned out to be Principal Taro, who came to the class today and distributed new schoolbags and stationery to everyone...

"Hello, Principal!" The little girl was not shy, she bowed generously to Taro, and her small schoolbag rattled.

Taro squatted in front of the little girl and brushed away the hair stuck to her cheek because of sweat: "What's your name?"

"Jenny Potter, Mrs. Tarrow."

"Okay, Jenny Potter." Taro said with an encouraging smile on her face, "What were you saying just now?"

"I'm counting my steps, Mrs. Tarot." Jenny blushed slightly.

"Count your steps? Count your steps home?"

Jenny nodded.

"How many steps will it take to get home?"

"More than 18,000 steps." Jenny said proudly, even if her peers could only count to hundreds.

Taro raised her brows in surprise, her tone a little exaggerated: "You can count to more than ten thousand steps...

"You must be good at math!"

"First in the class!"

"Jenny Hart, we should give you a certificate!"

Jenny's face flushed, the kind of excited and happy red.

Although Taro had a smile on her face, her heart was seized.

She just saw that little Jenny walked past the only stop sign in the vicinity.

And the pair of cloth shoes on her feet have been ground flat, and they have been patched a lot...

At the request of her honorary principal, New Testament Grammar School recruits 20% of its students from poor families in the "downtown" every year.

As expected, Jenny Hart chose to walk 18,000 steps home because her family was poor and could not afford the cost of the round-trip bus.

The same goes for school.

Since her husband's passing, Ms. Tarot has been helping the residents of the lower city for eight years.

Although she is one of the few richest women in the New Testament, the number of poor people in Xiacheng is so large that even if she devotes herself to charity, sad things still happen.

Ms. Tarrow took Jenny Hart into the car and made a special detour to see her "little guest".

On the way home, Tarrow learns that Jenny's mother died of malaria a few years ago.

Her father, who used to work at Donald Brewery, broke his leg in a drunken accident, and now he can only make some plastic flowers at home to support the family...

Therefore, Jenny's family is very poor. If it wasn't for Ms. Taro's appeal and sponsorship, she probably wouldn't even be able to read books.

Jenny's father, Hart, often told her about the kindness that Ms. Tarrow had done.

Therefore, in Jenny's eyes, Taro is as lovable and respectable as the fairy in the story.

The vehicle drove into the sewage-flowing Xiacheng District. Some residents recognized Ms. Tarot's car and stopped one after another. They tapped a diamond shape on their body with their fingers, and prayed that Father Keen would bless this great man.

The car was parked at a distance from Jenny's house. Before getting off the car, Taro handed the handwritten letter written on the car to Jenny and instructed her to bring it to her father.

"Read hard, Jenny." Ms. Tarrow said with a smile before leaving. "There will be bread, and there will be milk."

Watching the green limousine leave the street, Jenny Hart turned around and ran towards the house with some excitement.

With a bang, the door was pushed open. Mr. Hart, who had tousled hair, had a cracked lens on one side of his glasses. He was cooking under the light of a kerosene lamp when he heard Jenny pushing the door. He walked out of the kitchen in dissatisfaction, just getting ready. teach my daughter a lesson...

"Dad, you mustn't believe who I just came back with!"

Taking the white letterhead, Hart opened the envelope suspiciously, and saw the inscription "Honorary Principal of New York City Grammar School" Helens Tallen, and the three hundred New Zealand dollars attached to the letter...

Three hundred dollars!

In disbelief, Hart held the three New Zealand dollar bills with the faces of the Founding Fathers and Keane...

Three hundred New Zealand dollars, this is already three months of living expenses for the Hart father and daughter!

Hart, who was still worrying about winter clothes, suddenly felt the joy and freedom as if he had been loosened.

"Thank you Holy Father!" The lame father hugged his daughter, his eyes tightly closed under the cracked lens, and he kissed his daughter's hair deeply...

At this time, the children from school in Xiacheng were on their way home.

In that muddy and greasy urban area, forgotten by modern cities, thousands of families have raised the smoke...

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"Amazing Sean!"

At the seaside of New York City, after getting the "Iris Codex" and "Phantom Feather Earrings" and listening to Sean's introduction to two mysterious heritages, Arya hugged her brother excitedly.

Under the ban of my brother, I can't set foot in the secret world~lightnovelpub.net~ However, I still have a huge curiosity about the secret world...

Unexpectedly, she could receive two mysterious inheritances of her own, and Arya Dickinson was overwhelmed with joy.

"I will use it well!" The slender fingers clenched the old blank manuscript and pressed it against his heart.

Sean picked up the earring... It was a small piece of blue feather like a dark cloud: "Can I put it on for you?"

Arya nodded with a smile, and obediently stretched out her left ear, revealing a delicate and beautiful jawline and collarbone.

Sean's eyes didn't stop at his sister's fair skin, and his nimble fingers quickly put on the earrings for Arya.

The girl who loves beauty is constantly turning the angle in the rearview mirror, and a small blue feather slowly rotates under Arya's left earlobe.

It made her more delicate and fairer.

"It suits you..." Sean smiled, "Happy birthday, Ellie."

"Thank you, brother." Arya stared at Sean with a smile in her eyes, she leaned over and pecked lightly on Sean's slightly raised left cheek.

Sean was elated for a while, but his face remained calm...

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