Chapter 778
This scene did not escape Micah’s notice, though his expression remained unchanged.
He had the charger in hand, but he didn’t approach immediately. Just then, his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, his eyes grew noticeably colder. He answered the call.
A gentle voice sounded in his ear, “Brother, when are you coming back?”
“Not coming back for now,” Micah responded coldly. At this moment, he seemed entirely different from the gentle, polite man he was with the children or when speaking with Nina.
There was a brief silence on the other end before the voice, tinged with anticipation, said, “Brother, when you decide to come back, please call me, or let someone inform me in advance…”
“Got it. I have things to do, I’m hanging up now.” Without another word, Micah ended the call.
The woman on the other end heard the beeping of the disconnected line, a flash of anger crossing her eyes. She was seemingly blaming him for hanging up too quickly and not being affectionate enough.
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After Carl knocked the cheese cake from her hand, Nina simply stared at him for a few seconds. Then, she picked it up, brushing off the dust and dirt.
“I’ve told you several times to control your temper,” Nina said, her face reflecting her displeasure.
She had a temper too. If Carl couldn’t control his anger and ruined things, she wouldn’t consider cooperating with him further.
“So you want me to act like you? Sure, this Mr. Micah might be different. You two have a lot to talk about. You can both be teachers here and have a great future!” Carl said through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes burning with hatred. Nina hadn’t forgotten how he had pushed her out of the way and thrown away the snake. She also hadn’t forgotten the determination in his eyes when he saw his entire village massacred.
Hatred could consume a person. But people had to learn to endure.
“Carl, when you reach my age, you’ll understand that you can’t rush things. Besides, Micah hasn’t harmed you or proven any connection to the Pharaoh or the massacre of your village.” Nina handed the cheese cake back to him.
“We’re already here, and we can only move forward. We need to adapt when we’re under someone else’s roof. Micah wouldn’t openly poison the cake while maintaining his image. Eat and regain your strength so we can do what we need to.” Seeing Carl’s hesitation, Nina insisted, “Take it.”
She pressed the cheese cake into Carl’s hand and walked out.
She took a walk around the area, noting many places needing repair and a lot of weeds that had to be cleared.
Micah hadn’t come back yet. She wasn’t sure if he had any real connection to the Pharaoh. After all, no one knew what the Pharaoh looked like. If Micah was just a village teacher, it seemed too simple.
After a few minutes, she heard footsteps approaching. When Micah saw her, he gave a gentle smile. “I got held up earlier. Here’s the charger. I’ll be leaving soon. Can you start teaching the kids tomorrow?” “So soon?” Nina hadn’t expected such urgency.
Micah nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Alright.”
Micah said, “There are more cakes and books in my room. If you need anything, feel free to take it. Here’s the key to my room.”
He handed her a key, which Nina accepted.
Micah glanced at her and then asked, “That bracelet you have is pretty.”
Following his gaze, Nina instinctively touched the green bead bracelet that Wilfred had given her. She smiled and said, “Thank you. It’s just an ordinary bracelet.”
Micah’s eyes lingered on her. “Did you buy it?”
“It was a gift from a friend,” Nina replied.
Micah’s expression shifted slightly. “A male or female friend?”
“A male friend,” Nina answered calmly.
Micah seemed lost in thought for a moment before saying, “Get some rest. I have to go now.”
“Goodbye!” Nina said politely.
Little did she know, a woman hiding nearby observed the entire scene, jealousy burning in her eyes.
As Nina continued pulling weeds, a mouse was suddenly thrown at her.
“Ah-”
The unexpected encounter and the squishy sensation made Nina shudder in horror.
“Ha ha ha!”
She heard a few triumphant laughs and frowned, looking up instinctively.