His Eagle Eyes on Me

Ivy smiled as she handed a tissue to her teacher. "That's also one of the reasons why I wanted to come back. There are people who have been kind to me here."

Mr. Zeeland wiped his tears and put his glasses back on. "Irene, how are your current parents treating you? You seem to be doing well now... They must treat you well, right?" Ivy nodded. "Yes, they treat me very well."

"How long are you planning to stay here this time?" Mr. Zeeland asked.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Probably about two weeks! I really wanted to visit the campus, but the security guard outside wouldn't let me in," Ivy replied.

"Haha! After we finish eating, I'll take you in. The school is still the same. Not much has changed." Mr. Zeeland added, "Well, there is one change. It's become even more run-down."

After their meal, Ivy asked her bodyguard to wait outside the school, and she followed Mr. Zeeland into the campus.

The school indeed looked the same, although it had become a bit more dilapidated.

"Mr. Zeeland, I'd like to ask you to help me with something," Ivy said as they walked along the tree-lined path, revealing her purpose to her teacher. "I have some money here that I want to donate to the school. It may not be a lot, but it can help some financially disadvantaged students. For example, we can give them a fixed monthly allowance to ensure they have enough to eat..."

Having experienced hunger herself, Ivy knew how a simple meal could bring immense happiness to some students.

Mr. Zeeland stopped and looked at the bank card Ivy handed to him. "Are these your savings? You should keep it for yourself! Everyone has their own hardships to overcome. Just as you overcame yours, others can do the same."

"I didn't save it. This is extra pocket money my parents gave me. They are quite wealthy. Please, accept it! Donate it to the school on behalf of your student. You can help manage the information about the financially disadvantaged students," Ivy said.

"Is your family really wealthy? You're not messing with me, are you?" Mr. Zeeland asked.

...

Ivy nodded. "I'm not messing with

you. I don't have a job yet, and if it weren't for my family's wealth, how could I have saved this money? Once Learn more in the future, donate new classrooms, a new library, and a new computer lab to the school..."

Mr. Zeeland smiled as he accepted the bank card. "You'll definitely achieve great things in the future!"

When they left the school, it was already seven at night.

Ivy walked out of the school, and her bodyguard immediately approached her. "Ivy, why did you stay in there for o long? I thought your school was small. If you hadn't come out by now, would have barged in Archer said as he pulled Ivy into the car.

"I was in the school, so how could anything possibly go wrong? It's not a big school, but I went to the classroom once studied in for a tour. Mr Zeeland wanted me to talk to the students that stayed behind for tuition classes, but I turned him down. It's not like I'm successful in any way, so I don't have any

experience to share."

"Experience doesn't matter. Being born in the right family is the key," Archer said.

Ivy fell silent, as Archer's words made perfect sense.

Upon returning to the hotel, Ivy noticed someone in the family chatgroup asking why she had not replied, so she took a video of her room and sent it to them. The next day, Ivy asked her bodyguard to send her to the area where the Woods lived after getting a full night's sleep.

Confused, Archer asked, "Ivy, what are we doing here?"