Chapter 218: Chapter 218: July Cried
When Kyle Keaton returned to the small apartment as usual, he didn’t see July Quinn in the living room.
Kyle Keaton couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled.
Could she not be home?
Otherwise, according to July Quinn’s usual habit, by this time she would be watching a variety show, laughing foolishly.
Throwing his briefcase on the sofa, Kyle Keaton was about to call July Quinn to ask where she was, when he unexpectedly noticed the office area in the bedroom was lit.
"At home?" A hint of surprise crossed Kyle Keaton’s eyes.
He took long strides and entered the bedroom.
It revealed July Quinn was writing something on the desk.
"What are you busy with?"
Kyle Keaton put away his phone and came to the desk.
Without waiting for July Quinn to answer, he casually picked up the paper she had placed on the side.
Originally, he just wanted to see what July was writing, but upon seeing the handwriting, his brow furrowed so tightly it could kill a fly.
"Your handwriting... why is it so ugly?!"
July Quinn was fairly skilled at writing in English, Kyle Keaton was aware.
That’s why the PPT she made before was in English, and he helped translate it into Chinese.
Besides, July Quinn’s phone and computer were set with English as the primary language.
Yet even so, Kyle Keaton never imagined July’s handwriting could be so ugly.
After all, people often say that handwriting reflects one’s personality.
But July Quinn’s handwriting is nothing like her stunningly beautiful bare face.
At this moment, July Quinn suddenly looked up and asked him, "Do you also think my handwriting is ugly?"
Kyle Keaton wanted to nod immediately but noticed the faint sadness hidden in July Quinn’s charming eyes.
At that moment, Kyle Keaton felt as if something had ripped open a hole in his heart.
The piercing pain made him alter his wording slightly.
"It’s not that particularly ugly..."
Besides the tilting, incorrect proportions of radicals, missing strokes and lines, it seemed somewhat alright.
But July Quinn was not comforted.
So, the sparkle in her eyes visibly dimmed.
"So, it’s still ugly."
She clutched the few sheets of paper she had tried hard to write, feeling a strange soreness in her nose.
Kyle Keaton saw July Quinn’s eyes suddenly redden, feeling as if the hole in his heart was torn wider, bleeding profusely, causing unbearable pain.
For this reason, he tried to comfort July Quinn.
Even if he had never done so before.
"It’s just bad handwriting, it’s not a big deal."
But this comfort seemed to have little effect.
Not only were July Quinn’s eyes red, but mist started forming in them too.
"But I’ve really tried hard to practice writing, I’ve never been this serious about something, so why is it still so ugly?"
She is very smart, with a good memory and adept at extrapolation.
Thus, she showcases incredible talent in many areas.
But in handwriting...
It seems a bit overwhelming.
Originally, she didn’t pay much attention to her handwriting.
But today, Charles Quinn and Amanda Ford kept saying she was illiterate, her writing ugly, unfit to be the director at Rosewell Hospital.
She wondered if she could write well, whether Amanda Ford and Charles Quinn would genuinely respect her and then perhaps like her as their daughter?
Indeed, she is no different from other kids in the world, longing to be liked and loved by her parents.
Even if it’s just once.
So, upon returning home, she started desperately writing.
But despite writing so much, not even one letter that was slightly presentable appeared...
Her emotions also collapsed.
In the blink of an eye, something seemed to be uncontrollably sliding from her eyes.
She knew that it was the most useless tears.
Yet she couldn’t control it.
"July Quinn..."
It was the first time Kyle Keaton truly saw July Quinn crying.
Clearly, a face that is still strikingly pretty with powerful allure, but due to tears, carrying a trace of tenderness, a hint of charming cuteness.
Like an invisible hand gripping Kyle Keaton’s throat, making even his breathing painful, his heart flustered.
"Why are you crying?"
He was at a loss, could only step forward to pull July Quinn up, trying to wipe away the tears on her face.
But these cursed tears, the more he wiped, the more they fell, and the more fell, the more came.
"My handwriting is unattractive."
"What does it matter if your handwriting is unattractive, you’re good-looking."
As others say, she can certainly rely on her looks, why bother competing with others on talent?
"But being pretty isn’t useful, they don’t like me. Only if my handwriting is attractive, they will like me?"
"Who are ’they’?"
July Quinn instantly forgot to cry: "..."
Why is his focus always different from others?