Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 438 - Old Mr. Smith Who Do You Choose After
Chapter 438 -438: Old Mr. Smith, Who Do You Choose After All?
Chapter 438 -438: Old Mr. Smith, Who Do You Choose After All?
Abigail Green was last criticized by a teacher, probably in kindergarten?
She didn’t expect that as soon as she became Abigail Green, she would be publicly criticized by the headmaster on her first day of school. Her soft, fluffy face turned mostly pink in an instant.
Brandon Piers found it both funny and annoying. He had planned to leave but now lazily crossed his legs and watched how Old Smith was going to act up today.
“Hmph, such a big face must be very proud.” Old Mr. Smith snorted arrogantly as he heard Cameron Theodore scold the three of them, adding fuel to the fire.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the whole place burst into laughter, all looking at Abigail’s face.
Even though she wore black-framed glasses, her skin was so dazzlingly white that it couldn’t hide her big face at all.
Abigail’s mouth twitched. Was it really necessary to attack her personally?
Sophie Hope was displeased. “Just now Headmaster Theodore said that those who are interested can stay. The three of us have no intention of becoming Old Mr. Smith’s disciples at all, so can we leave?”
“Yeah, we have no interest.” Lena Locke also didn’t like the overbearing old man.
The headmaster was very embarrassed. When did their school get such rebellious ones? This was publicly humiliating him!
“Ahem, even so, as medical students, you should respect your teachers and observe the proper conduct. The headmaster hasn’t left yet, and you’re leaving? Besides, Old Mr. Smith is here today. How can you be so rude? Go, back to your seats.” Headmaster Theodore tried his best to turn big matters into small ones and small ones into nothing, scolding them and then letting them return to their seats.
Then he looked at Church Smith. “Old Mr. Smith, don’t be angry. They’re just a bunch of immature kids. I’ll make sure the teachers guide them properly in the future.”
Church Smith looked at his granddaughter, then at the two girls protecting her, and snorted, “If your teachers could guide them well, they wouldn’t be so lawless!”
Cameron Theodore felt his face was a bit lost.
Abigail and the other two didn’t look good either, especially since Abigail didn’t understand what her grandpa was trying to do.
But Duncan Symons found it very amusing. Seeing the three girls’ ugly faces, scolded and criticized publicly, he felt very relieved.
Among the three, Sophie Hope had the coldest personality and the worst temper. She never liked Old Smith very much. Hearing him acting so arrogantly, she stepped forward immediately. “We just don’t want to stay here. Why is that considered lawless? Old Mr. Smith, if you’re a traditional Flowery medicine authority, and you can’t tolerate this, I’m very concerned whether you’re looking for a disciple or a punching bag.”
Old Mr. Smith had lived a long life. Other than being annoyed by his daughter and granddaughter, no outsider had ever dared to speak to him like this. Furious, he raised his cane. “Since you put it that way, this old man will just act arrogantly and look for a punching bag for himself!”
Old Smith then looked at Cameron Theodore. “Didn’t you want me to take on a few more disciples? Fine, I’ll take these three!”
“Wha… what?” Cameron Giddens thought he was hearing things.
“Old age, bad hearing? I want these three as my disciples. Not one less. If one is missing, I won’t take any and will recruit at another school,” Church Smith yelled furiously at Cameron Theodore.
Cameron was so shocked that he almost lost his footing and looked in disbelief at the three girls, then at the enraged Old Mr. Smith. “So, it’s decided?”
“Hmph.” It was still that familiar arrogant tone.
The auditorium was very quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Except for Abigail, all the teachers and students present were utterly baffled and confused. Was this how Old Mr. Smith chose his disciples? It was too frivolous!
Many were gloating, but who would have thought things would take such a sharp turn? For a moment, the expressions from just now were frozen on their faces, stiffening in their seats.
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Especially Duncan, who was full of disbelief. Was he mad, or was the old man on stage mad?
To actually take these three as disciples, impossible!
Even Bertha Swift, who had been calm all along, was greatly shocked. She had been preparing for Mr. Smith’s assessment of her medical knowledge to strive to be his only closed-door disciple.
Who would have known before she had a chance to perform, it… would end like this?
“I don’t agree!” At a time when everyone was still baffled, Lena Locke and Sophie Hope raised their hands in protest simultaneously.
Then Abigail saw her grandpa’s face change visibly, but thinking that the two girls had rejected him, she felt she had to keep up appearances, so she raised her hand too. “I don’t agree either!”
The atmosphere on the spot was very awkward.
The students were completely dumbfounded.
The teachers were also completely dumbfounded.
The headmaster was completely dumbfounded.
Refused?
Were they serious?
Just like that, they turned down the opportunity to become Old Mr. Smith’s closed-door disciples?
Those who had been gloating or feeling envious, jealous, and resentful, or those who couldn’t believe they were chosen, all looked dumbfounded. No one knew what expression to put on.
He was Dr. Smith’s grandpa, the man even the headmaster was willing to bow to as a grandson, the honorary president of the national traditional Flowery medicine research association, a person many prominent families in Swallow City wanted to befriend but couldn’t.
And these three girls just rejected him like that?
Even if the old man’s temper was a bit bad, didn’t it outweigh the potential benefits?
Cameron Theodore struggled to suppress his urge to hit someone, cursing modern education for its perfection. Unlike their era when teachers could punish students physically, otherwise, he would have broken the legs of these three brats right now, making them kneel to accept Old Mr. Smith as their master.
But now what?
Cameron Theodore looked helplessly at Old Mr. Smith, wondering what to do with the current situation. “Well… do you want to choose again? These three don’t look like good seedlings. We have many outstanding students in our medical university. For instance, the student representative who gave the speech earlier, Ms. Su. She comes from a traditional Flowery medicine family and has been exposed to it since childhood. Why don’t you choose her?”
The scene was very quiet. Everyone heard the headmaster’s words clearly.
Duncan looked proudly at the three girls, while Bertha Swift subtly gathered strength in her palm, deliberately suppressing her expectations.
Everyone else also looked eagerly at Old Mr. Smith, waiting for his answer.
“Hmph, I just want these three. Whether they agree or not is your problem,” Church Smith was already furious from hearing the two girls’ rejection. Hearing his granddaughter’s refusal made his nose almost flare in anger, and he ordered Cameron Theodore rudely.
Cameron had a headache but also felt secretly relieved. Old Mr. Smith not changing his mind meant he would accept three closed-door disciples at their medical university. Just imagining the publicity and glory this news would bring made him readily agree. “Old Mr. Smith, rest assured, I’ll handle this matter.”
Duncan, who had hoped for Bertha Swift’s selection, was infuriated and glared viciously at the three girls, wondering what kind of luck they had to get chosen despite everything.
Cameron Theodore then looked again at Abigail, Lena Locke, and Sophie Hope, giving them an extremely gentle smile. The three couldn’t help but shiver together.
Damn, what did the headmaster want to do?
