Two Reborn, One Throne novel Chapter 51

Amber was busy with her preparations for the Physics Olympiad.

In her previous life, she had participated as well, but after securing second place, she stepped aside for Lucian's sake.

Reborn, knowing Lucian already had the answers, they would inevitably end up in a tiebreaker.

She hadn't touched this material in over a decade. If she didn't review the tiebreaker topics, she wouldn't feel confident.

Ever since Vance received the laptop from Amber, he had swapped seats with a classmate to sit near her.

Holding his physics textbook, he watched her walk into the classroom and immediately start reviewing. He wanted to talk to her but was afraid of interrupting.

So, like a shy puppy, he hid behind his textbook, occasionally sneaking glances, desperately hoping she would look his way.

Vance wanted to slap himself. He was a six-foot-tall guy acting totally ridiculous. If he liked her, he should just say it. But the finals were right around the corner, and a confession might ruin her focus.

He couldn't sabotage her future, but...

"Have you finished the practice sets I gave you?"

Amber suddenly looked up. Vance froze like a deer in headlights. His heart hammered against his ribs, and his face turned the color of a boiled lobster. Unable to form a coherent sentence, he grabbed his textbook and bolted out of the room.

A classmate blinked in surprise. "What's up with Vance? Food poisoning?"

Lucian was also reviewing his physics textbook. Joanne didn't bother him, but her phone vibrated relentlessly. If it weren't for the $50,000, she wouldn't have bothered sitting in evening study hall.

Because the senior finals were approaching, the teachers were relatively lenient during evening study. When Amber's phone buzzed, Tillie glanced at her.

"If the teacher does a headcount, just say I went to the restroom," Amber whispered.

Tillie nodded.

Lucian glared at Amber, his eyes darkening. Seeing Amber walk out with her phone, Joanne quickly followed suit. "Lucian, I'm going to the restroom too. Keep studying, I'll be right back."

Loretta was deeply grateful.

Xanthe had lived a miserable life, treated like a workhorse for fifteen years—and that was just counting the time since she was sent back. She was forty now. Since she was six, she had slaved away for the Sutton household. Her ex-husband had initially married her for her relentless work ethic, only to dump her when he claimed she couldn't have kids.

Did a woman's inability to have children mean she didn't deserve to live?

"Xanthe deserves better," Amber said firmly. "Don't worry, I will never let her step foot in that toxic household again. Loretta, once you get the text that Xanthe has arrived, call my dad. Stick to the script I gave you. Put on the performance of a lifetime so he completely skips Joanne's house and goes straight to pick up Xanthe instead. Bring her back to our place. Whether or not my dad and your cousin hit it off depends entirely on your acting skills."

Amber emphasized the plan one last time.

Loretta patted her chest confidently. "Leave it to me! I used to be quite the actress in my youth. I can't wait to see the look on Grace's face when she realizes your dad is taking care of my cousin. Hahaha, it's going to be priceless."

Amber's lips curved into a smirk. "Exactly. I'm counting on you."

She hung up. The show was about to begin.