Richard frowned. “You and Liam are the same age. He’s only a senior in high school, and you’ve already graduated? What did you study?”
“Computer science and welding,” I answered truthfully.
Richard slammed the table. “How could a child of the Grant family study something so unrefined as welding?”
Elizabeth quickly added, “Liam is now a senior at St. Augustine Academy. He has a chance at getting into the Ivy League. You should spend half a year there too. Even if you don’t get into a good university, your father and I can donate a building wing and get you a diploma from a decent school.”
“But I’ve already graduated.”
I wanted to tell them that I had been in the MIT Early Admission Program, had long since graduated, and was already working. This trip home was only a family visit; I would soon be returning to work.
But my job was classified—so sensitive that I couldn’t even mention it.
And frankly, I was too lazy to explain.
Richard slammed the table again. “Still daring to talk back? I’ve decided—tomorrow you’ll report to St. Augustine Academy!”
So they wanted to send me back to school for a do-over?
If I remembered correctly, the year I graduated from MIT, I had already come to St. Augustine Academy to give guidance.
I really wanted to see Principal Harris’s expression when he saw me enrolled as a student at his school.
Just then, guests arrived.
It was a family of three. The middle-aged couple looked wealthy and dignified.
With them was a man about Sophia’s age—handsome, but with sunken eyes and a pale face.
He looked like someone hollowed out by indulgence.
