The car stopped quickly in front of Bordine University's gate.
Amelia Clarke suppressed the fluttering in her heart and thanked him with calm composure before pushing the car door open to get out.
"Get to bed early when you get back, don't stay up late," Owen Moreland turned around and naturally admonished her just as if he often said these words to her, "Although being financially independent is a good thing, you should still focus on your studies right now."
It was the tone of an elder giving instructions to a younger person, care tinged with slight sternness.
Amelia Clarke obediently cast down her eyelashes, listening respectfully.
In her heart, she did not agree with his words.
He said these things purely based on not understanding her situation; if he knew about her family's circumstances, he probably couldn't have said such things.
If she didn't go out for a part-time job, she would owe Isaac Taylor even more, and that way, she would lose even more of herself.
