Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 1065 - 291: It’s exhilarating to abuse the dregs for a moment, but amputation is needed!_5
Chapter 1065: 291: It's exhilarating to abuse the dregs for a moment, but amputation is needed!_5
George Armstrong did not speak.
Beatrice Sabir took the watermelon to the kitchen.
"Aunt, I'm going to the bathroom," said Isla Astir.
Beatrice Sabir nodded, "Go ahead."
When Beatrice Sabir finished cutting the watermelon and came out of the kitchen, Isla was still in the bathroom.
Beatrice Sabir turned to look at the bathroom and said to George Armstrong in a low voice, "Can't you be more friendly to Isla? Try to chat with her. She's our guest! How could you be so obsessed with your books?"
The last thing George Armstrong wanted was to be disturbed while reading his books. "Our thought processes are not on the same level," he said, implying there wasn't much to talk about.
He was an undergraduate at a key university of "Project 985" and intended to continue his studies for a master's and doctorate.
What about Isla?
She studied at a normal university in Capital City, nothing special.
They live in different galaxies, unable to comprehend each other's experiences.
Chatting with someone like Isla will only lower his own standards.
That explained why they never developed any emotional connection.
Beatrice Sabir didn't understand what George meant by "different intellectual levels", but she could tell from his tone that George was not happy. She whispered, "Well, Isla knows how to make money! She now earns three million a year!"
And her future earnings may be even more substantial!
"So crass!" George turned a page of his book, "It's beyond vulgar."
He attempted to education Beatrice about intellectual pursuits, but she only cared about money.
Like they say, you wouldn't expect morning dew to last an evening, or a cicada to understand the four seasons.
With a sigh, Beatrice said, "My naďve son, what's important nowadays is money, do you understand?"
George ignored Beatrice, frowning, "I'll say it again, could you not disturb me when I am reading?"
If not for the need to return his laundry and collect some living expenses, he wouldn't have come home.
He didn't think anyone in this family was in the same world as him. His father was a factory worker with no ambition.
His mother was a persistent rural woman.
And his sister?
A naïve factory worker.
Mentioning them was simply embarrassing!
When Christina Armstrong decided to quit studying, he strongly objected. Alas, Christina was not the studious type.
It was destined that she, a mere factory hand, would be looked down upon by everyone.
Beatrice Sabir was very fond of her son and believed in the value of reading. She immediately reassured him, "Alright, alright, don't be angry, Mum will shut up."
Sure enough, Beatrice kept her word and stopped talking.
A few moments later, Isla came out of the bathroom, "Aunt, can we leave now?"
"Yes, let's go."
Beatrice Sabir nodded, then turned to George as she was leaving, "George, we're headed to your aunt's house!"
George was at his breaking point and was about to slam the table.
Did Beatrice not understand human language?
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Noticing that her precious son was about to lose his temper, Beatrice quickly and quietly closed the door.
With a sigh of relief, she smiled at Isla and said, "Your cousin has always loved studying. He always has a book in his hands, which is why his grades are excellent! When he took the College Entrance Examination, many top universities wanted him! The county even gave us fifty thousand in scholarships! In all my years, I never knew that studying could earn money!"
Although Isla indeed earned a good deal of money, her education was less prestigious.
In this society, academic qualifications are crucial.
Continuing her talk, Beatrice added, "But Isla, don't feel inferior to your cousin. For girls, academic qualifications are not as vital! It's enough to look good and make money. Worse comes to worst, you find a well-educated husband!"
Isla: "..." Thanks, she never felt inferior to George.
On the contrary, she always found George's character odd; he always seemed to be listening to his mother, but occasionally, he would inexplicably lose his temper.
Beatrice looked at Isla and asked, "Isla, do you think what I said is correct?"
Isla smiled and said, "As for me, I don't care about academic qualifications. It's up to fate to see what I end up with."
She didn't have any particular expectations about her future spouse.
She was happy to go with the flow.
"How come?" said Beatrice, furrowing her brows, "With your level of education, you should be looking for a highly educated husband. It's more presentable when you talk about it!"
"We will see." Isla hadn't thought about it much for the time being.
With sincere concern, Beatrice continued, "Isla, you must not take it too lightly, when you seek a partner in the future, you must scrutinize your candidates. At the very least, find someone more well-educated than you, a graduate from a '985 Project' university. You're a money-maker, it would be a disgrace to marry someone less qualified than you!"
