CHAPTER 419: 0417 FLOWERY WORDS

Most of the time, when people face the kind of problem Lynch is currently dealing with, they tend to act gentlemanly, subtly hinting to the girl why the maid is lingering here and not leaving.

But Lynch is not an ordinary person. His response is straightforward: "Your father is afraid I’ll do something inappropriate to you, so he arranged for someone to watch me."

The girl quickly understood what Lynch meant by "something inappropriate." She gritted her teeth and complained, "Why would he do this? It makes me very passive, and I feel humiliated, Lynch!"

Severa is already in her twenties, a true adult, but she continues to be restrained by her father, even having someone watch over her while she talks about certain things with Lynch.

This leaves her feeling offended, although this offense has always been there.

Mary Joe couldn’t maintain her silence any longer and tried to explain, but Lynch spoke first, "Because he loves you, everyone loves you."

"He doesn’t want you to get hurt, so this lady..."

The girl glanced at Lynch, helping him finish, "...Mary Joe."

He nodded and continued, "That’s why Ms. Mary Joe is here in this room. Everyone wants to protect you; nobody is offending you. If you make things difficult for Ms. Mary Joe or question Mr. and Mrs. Wardrick because of this, the true offender would be yourself."

"We shouldn’t treat others’ goodwill with malice, even if the way they express it can be... hard to accept."

In fact, Severa is not a girl with intellectual disabilities; she’s smarter and better in many aspects than most girls.

This is essentially a situation that hasn’t occurred in her strictly controlled family environment—similar to even the most astute career women feeling at a loss during their first childbirth.

It has nothing to do with their intelligence, personal ability, or psychological quality. Just because they are better than other women doesn’t mean they can excel in childbirth, especially for the first time.

The girl’s father has never been this anxious before, never proactively interfering in her life. It’s likely that Mr. Wardrick didn’t see those she usually interacted with as threats.

But Lynch is different; he presents a threat, which can be felt from Severa’s gaze towards him. Perhaps the girl doesn’t yet understand what love is or how to describe this feeling, but she admires this boy.

One slip and she could fall into the Abyss, so he must prevent even the slightest chance of anything going wrong.

A ruler would never marry a promiscuous prostitute as his wife. To be Severa’s husband, one must at least have a similar family background or even higher, reflecting the position and dignity of men in such Level families.

Would such a person marry a wife with extensive experience, who brings along many "bad brothers and friends" upon marriage?

Clearly not. Thus, Severa’s chastity is extremely important. Mr. Wardrick hopes she will not have a marriage of a lower standard.

Listening to Lynch’s words, the girl’s previously angry mood quickly calmed down. She looked at Lynch with a peculiar expression, "I must admit, what you say makes sense, but..."

Her fingers crossed uneasily, her cheeks slightly flushed, "I feel so embarrassed now!"

Lynch’s hand covered the girl’s hand, a move causing Mary Joe’s eyelids to twitch. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to pretend she didn’t see.

She was there to prevent them from having further contact, not this kind of non-private touch.

"I can understand, understand your embarrassment, and your father’s thoughts; after all, you’re a beautiful girl. Actually, I should be the one more embarrassed." Lynch’s smile was radiant. The sunset glow remaining in the Human World cast a special atmosphere around them.

The girl so close could still clearly see his face, the clean, handsome face filled with a smile more dazzling than sunlight.

Her emotions completely calmed down, even with a hint of a stealthy attack coming from nowhere, "Is it embarrassing because I’ve been seen through?"

A bit of anticipation, her heart racing slightly. Standing aside, Mary Joe rolled her eyes, suddenly thinking the master should let the young lady interact with some men within controllable range.

Clearly, this Lynch bastard is not easy to deal with. His every word seems ordinary, but put together, they inevitably make people think of certain things, some of which are saccharine!

A sophisticated, damned, smooth-talking liar, Mary Joe lowered her head again.

Lynch laughed but said nothing. Leaving some suspense with such questions is sometimes more appropriate than answering directly. After pausing briefly, he took the initiative to bring up the topic they discussed earlier—a typical girl’s arduous process of entrepreneurship.

Perhaps some people enjoy stories like "I worked hard for a month at odd jobs to buy the latest luxury car."

When darkness fully covered the sky, it was time for Lynch to bid farewell. He suspected that if he didn’t leave soon, Mr. Wardrick would burst in questioning whether he planned to stay overnight.

To avoid Wardrick’s blood pressure spike from lacking a perfect night’s sleep, Lynch proactively bid farewell and left.

It was evident that the girl felt a bit reluctant, genuinely enjoying a pure conversation with Lynch about subjects she liked. Previously, their meetings had Lynch needing her as a flower; their pure exchanges, in truth, were not much.

"When can we meet again?" The girl stood at the door, looking at Lynch with both reluctance and anticipation.

"Soon!"

After Lynch left, Mary Joe recounted everything that happened in the room to Mr. Wardrick. The composed gentleman listened, his forehead pulsing with veins.

This is indeed a complex emotion—a mix of care for his daughter, knowing full well the different paths a chaste Severa or one who lost her chastity might face.

On the other hand, having watched her grow from a little babe to her current self, undeniably some selfish emotions brewed within, not wanting his daughter taken away by others, even though he knows Severa ultimately belongs to someone else.

An unexpected factor appeared, causing him a headache.

"During this period, keep an eye on the young lady. It will pass... soon."

Soon Lynch would be too busy to bother!

Leaving Wardrick’s residence, the butler handed him a letter of recommendation, instructing him to read it first before sealing and stamping it.

This is a recommendation letter for Lynch’s admission, explaining his special circumstances might cause him not to spend all day at school.

This traditional advancement method is popular among Saint Harmony members and is mainstream at present.

Actually, Mr. Wardrick could directly recommend him into the Saint Harmony candidate list, and after each year’s assessment, Lynch would likely become a member.

But compared to such unorthodox ways of joining, entering the Saint Harmony through study at an academy and then graduating is the best way.

Throughout this process, Lynch will meet more Saint Harmony prospective members, form alliances, and extend his network within and beyond Saint Harmony.

Moreover, this traditional route mitigates tough scrutiny during assessments—that’s the power of orthodoxy.

Once Lynch joins Saint Harmony, besides the connections of Mr. Wardrick, he will have his personal networking contacts, making any future endeavors easy.

Currently, during the summer vacation, he must submit this recommendation letter to the board of any college in Saint Harmony Alliance Academy before school starts, or he must wait until next year.

However, that’s not what Mr. Wardrick meant by "soon it will pass," for the true "pass" is during the later large-scale development in Nagariel, where Lynch also received his share—and will go there.

With Mr. Truman watching over, his interests won’t be seized by others—it’s deservedly his.

This represents capitalism’s contradictions: on one hand, it stops at nothing for profit, doing anything illegal for their gain.

On the other, when dividing the cake, they seem polished, refraining from a scramble, maintaining their composure.

Once Lynch travels abroad to Nagariel, ha, he won’t have time to discuss crap literature with Severa anytime soon!

The next day, Lynch visited the "Saint Szechka College" located in Bupen’s suburbs—a name whose pronunciation is somewhat special. Simply stated, it is an ancient language, transliterated from a dialect before the common language prevailed.

It means "supreme wisdom" or "supreme truth," and how it translates is purely the translator’s concern.

This Saint Szechka College is the only Saint Harmony Alliance School near Central Federation; other schools are more remote.

Though during summer break, the school’s operations haven’t stopped—the regular colleges might have extensive activities, and Saint Harmony Alliance Schools even more so.

Preparations, like inviting successful alumni to speak during freshman registration or having alumni wave checks to get their names into the hall of fame, or like Lynch negotiating his enrollment.