The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

"Do you really want to learn?"

"I do!"

Freya's gaze was intense as she looked at Neil.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Neil replied, "It's all about practice. Your left hand is fine; you could definitely learn to write with it. But nine days? That's a bit of a stretch."

"I'm not afraid of a challenge. But I need to graduate."

Having a diploma from Summit University was like holding a key to a whole new world.

In their circle, a high education was crucial.

Especially from Summit University, which held a unique significance.

For a family like the Suttons, Summit University might not seem like a big deal.

However, for the Dawsons, who were dangerously close to financial collapse, failing to graduate from Summit University could strip them of any opportunity to continue their family legacy. "Alright, I'll teach you."

Neil smiled at Freya, quietly adding another item to Preston's tab.

Overseas consultancy fees, travel expenses, meals, accommodation, and now tuition.

He was sure to make a hefty sum off Preston.

This was a no-lose deal.

Meanwhile, Jarrett's phone rang.

After exchanging pleasantries with Freya, he stepped away to answer the call.

Kieran's voice was cold. "How much longer will you waste at the hospital?"

"Mr. Sutton, regarding Ms. Dawson..."

Jarrett hadn't finished his sentence when Kieran interrupted, "Your job was to get her to the hospital, not to babysit."

"... Yes, Mr. Sutton."

"Have the driver take her home."

"Understood."

Jarrett was increasingly puzzled by Kieran's intentions.

But since Kieran had given his orders, Jarrett had no choice but to relay the message to Freya.

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Jarrett hesitated.

Mr. Sutton hadn't approved any private sessions between the foreign consultant and Ms. Dawson.

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"...Alright then, should you need anything, Ms. Dawson, feel free to contact me." "Will do."

Jarrett cast a worried glance at Neil before leaving with the rest of the Sutton Group.

Neil shrugged off his coat, saying, "Ms. Dawson, after you."

Freya nodded to Neil, and they left the hospital, one following the other.

Outside, a sleek black Rolls-Royce stood conspicuously.

Freya remarked, "A Rolls-Royce parked here? Must be some rich kid showing off."

Neil paused, then said, "That's mine."

"Excuse me?"

Freya pointed at the black Rolls-Royce, asking, "Yours?"