On the way home, Judy noticed that Charlotteâs butterfly clip was missing.
âWhereâs your clip?â Judy pinched Charlotteâs empty bag and looked at her strangely. Charlotte promised the boy not to tell anyone about his crying, and now she couldn't explain the whereabouts of the clip. She could only awkwardly say, âI donât know...â
Fortunately, Judy didnât dwell on it and just patted Charlotteâs head in resignation, âYou're so absentminded, who do you take after?â Enter title... Congreve, who was driving, chuckled and interjected, âI was quite shrewd when | was a child...â âAre you saying Iâm absent-minded?".
Judy squinted at Congreve. Congreve immediately apologized, and Charlotte, who was used to such scenes, just smiled as she watched her parents bicker. The forgotten butterfly clip was soon pushed to the back of her mind. Time passed quickly, and life didnât stand still because of anyoneâs passing. In the blink of an eye, Charlotte transitioned from a naive young girl to a college student.
âFreshman, which dorm are you in? Let me help you with your luggage?â As Charlotte arrived at the gates of Yale University with her huge pink suitcase, several upperclassmen approached her with friendly smiles. Charlotte was taken aback by their enthusiasm and instinctively took a step back, âNo, itâs okay, my family...â Before she could finish her sentence, Congreve hurried over with another suitcase. The handsome man, with a commanding presence that had only grown more intimidating with age, exuded a sense of authority that made many people instinctively step back. Congreve smiled, but there was a hint of warning in his eyes, âThank you all, I'll take care of Charlotteâs things.â After the family walked away, the students who had been intimidated by Congreve finally breathed a sigh of relief. âWho is that man? Why is his presence so powerful?â âHeâs the heir of the Faulkner Family, and heâs been in the financial magazines a lot recently!â âAnd that woman, sheâs the daughter of the Clinton family! Their child...â âShe is the winner in life, isnât she?â As the students discussed, Wendy, who was watching the family leave, felt a twinge of envy. Why did some people seem to have everything handed to them without having to do anything? âWendy?".
A friend traveling with her looked at Wendy strangely. Wendy quickly regained her composure, âI just remembered that the teacher seemed to have asked me to do something, thatâs why | was distracted.â After saying this, Wendy returned to her gentle demeanor. Her friend nodded and took Wendyâs hand, âThat freshman just now looked really pretty!â