Clayton Xavier opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He had said similar things many times before, but both Verna Golding and the Old Madam disagreed. The Old Madam told him not to be so shortsighted. As long as he got into university, he could give Verna Golding a comfortable life. If he went to earn work points now, it wouldn't do much to lighten Verna Golding's burden and would only hurt his studies. The gain wasn't worth the loss.
But watching Verna Golding work so hard every day, he just couldn't bring himself to sit down and study. He wanted to do something—anything. Even if it was just earning a single dime, it would make him feel a little better.
But what could he do?
Tang Xiaonan saw Clayton Xavier's inner conflict and pain. She completely understood that feeling of helplessness. It was like being a bird, longing to soar through the heavens, only to have its wings tied down, surrounded by nets—unable to move an inch, completely powerless.
