Chapter 694



Calvin, who had been holding back, finally couldn’t resist asking cautiously, “Mom, my birthday’s coming up soon. Can we invite Elma?”

Calvin was aware of the tension between Kallie and Elma’s parents. Even though Kallie had encouraged him to befriend Elma, he wasn’t sure if she would be okay with Elma coming to their house.

To Calvin’s surprise, Kallie gently patted his head. “Sure, invite her. It would be great if she could come. A fun party might cheer her up a bit.” Calvin’s face lit up with joy. “Awesome! I’ll tell her tomorrow. I bet she’ll say yes!”

Calvin had been spending a lot of time with Elma lately. She wasn’t as cold with him as she used to be. Even though she often seemed lost in her own thoughts, she appeared to perk up a bit whenever he was around.

Calvin happily went off to prepare.

Sophie looked up at Kallie, her heart sinking at the exhaustion etched on her face. She gave Kallie’s hand a sympathetic squeeze. “Mom, you need to get some rest. You’ve had a rough day.”

Kallie smiled tiredly, pulling Sophie in for a hug and letting out a sigh.

Your favorite tales are on gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․çоnn After learning that Elma had taken leave to return home, Calvin waited a few days for her return in vain. He thought about visiting her, but he wasn’t sure if that would be crossing a line. He genuinely hoped Elma would attend his birthday party. Before, Calvin had invited Elma to have fun at his house. Although she hadn’t given a definite answer, he’d seen a flicker of excitement in her eyes.

After some hesitation, Calvin decided to track down the Morgan family’s address. He kept this mission to himself, not breathing a word to Kallie.

When Calvin arrived at the imposing gates of the Morgan family estate, the guard asked for his identification. “I’m Elma’s classmate,” Calvin explained. “Could you let her know I’m here? I need to talk to her about something.”

The guard eyed Calvin’s designer clothes, figuring he wasn’t just some random kid. He called up the housekeeper to inform them of the visitor.

A few minutes later, a phone was handed to Calvin.

“It’s Miss Elma Morgan on the line,” the guard said.

Calvin’s face brightened as he took the phone, but before he could say a word, Elma’s voice, young but chillingly cold, cut through the line. “Calvin, what the hell do you think you’re doing here? Leave right now, or I’ll have the guards drag you away!” Even though Calvin knew Elma could be a bit prickly, her sudden hostility took him by surprise. He wasn’t angry, just confused. “Elma, are you okay? When are you coming back to school?”

“Why do you even care?” Elma snapped. “I told you to go away! What’s wrong with you?”

“My birthday’s coming up,” Calvin said. “And I want you to come to my party. I’ll talk to your parents. Don’t worry. Wouldn’t you like to come over?”

Elma went silent for a moment, and then her voice became frantic, almost panicked. “Go away! Get out of here! Are you crazy? Just be careful, or else…”

She hung up abruptly.

Calvin felt a chill. Something was definitely wrong. He quickly handed the phone back to the guard. “Can you try calling her again?”

The guard hesitated but took the phone.

Just then, a flashy red Maserati pulled up.

Calvin watched as a woman in sky-high heels stepped out and strode toward him. “Don’t bother calling,” she said. “If you want to see Elma, I’ll take you to her.”

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