Beatrice's attention, once again, was not on Gordon.

Justice, however, looked at Gordon excitedly. "Gordon, you hit the nail on the head. My relatives back home aren't short on money, but they don't value education. If the kids want to study, they study. If they don't, they drop out, get married, and have kids. So, most of them barely finished elementary school."

Some didn't even manage that.

It was a common sight. There were two kinds of nouveau riche. One type was obsessed with their children's education, pouring money into the best schools and overseas studies, hoping their children would bring honor to the family and shed the 'new money' label. The other type believed education was useless. They had become millionaires without it, surpassing many educated people, and even had highly educated individuals working for them. So, their children didn't need to change their fate through schooling; their main purpose was to produce heirs and quietly inherit the family business.

Justice's distant relatives belonged to the latter category.

"Justice, does that mean you have the highest education level in your entire extended family?" Beatrice asked.

Justice had a master's degree. In The Capital, that was fairly average; you could probably find a delivery driver with a master's. But back home, it was different.

Justice nodded. "For now, yes. But my cousin's son is taking his college entrance exams next year, so hopefully, things will keep getting better."

Gordon sat in his chair, long legs crossed, slowly turning the ring on his index finger. His deep eyes were unreadable.

Just then, a maid brought over a platter of sliced watermelon.

Alaina picked up a slice and handed it to Beatrice. "Mom, I grew this watermelon myself. Go on, try it and see if it's sweet."

Alaina had recently taken up gardening and had a small vegetable patch cleared in her garden. She had brought this watermelon over especially for them.

She then handed a piece to Gordon. "Gordon, you try some too."

"Thanks."

Gordon reached out to take the slice, but as he did, he wasn't paying attention- Splat.

The watermelon slipped from his hand and fell onto his lap, soaking his white shirt with juice.

"Sis, can you help me wipe this off? My hands are full," Gordon said.

"Of Alaina quickly grabbed a

course

napkin to dab at the juice on his

shirt. As she was wiping, she chided, you can't everist hold a piece of watermelon

"Youre so clumsy

Suddenly, Alaina's words stopped short. Her tone shifted to one of interrogation You bratt Where did this lipstick mark on your shirt come from? Have you been doing something behind Caitlin's back?"

"Oh, that?" Gordon said, acting as if it were nothing. His voice was

nonchalant. Caitlin put that there for me. She called it a seal of love or something. I don't really get it~~"