Chapter 267:

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Her old ID photo in the school display case depicted her as a younger, more innocent version of herself, slightly more round-faced and dressed in a school uniform. Today, she looked absolutely stunning, possessing a radiant beauty that seemed almost celestial, as if she had leapt from the pages of a novel.

Her eyes sparkled with a warmth and clarity that was enchanting.

The young boys, taken aback by seeing such an inspiring figure in person, bashfully looked away, too shy to make direct eye contact.

“Thank you for your donation, Mr. Garcia…” The principal entered, accompanied by someone.

Carrie looked up, and to her surprise, she recognized a familiar face. “You?”

Daxton was there, dressed neatly in a white shirt, his gentle smile making a light and positive impression on everyone present.

Carrie recalled that Daxton had grown up in Orkset and wondered about his connection to the schools in Esterhall.

The principal looked between them, puzzled, and asked, “Carrie, Mr. Garcia, are you acquainted?”

Daxton addressed Carrie. “I accompanied you to visit your mom’s grave once and heard about the tough times you and your grandmother faced when you were young. It moved me to start donating to the schools here. It was too late to assist you directly, but I hope to ease the path for students who might be in similar situations as you were.”

Warmth flooded Carrie’s heart, as bright as the noon sun. Daxton had always been quietly philanthropic, known since their university days for his empathetic nature and discreet acts of kindness.

Smiling, the principal commented, “We owe a lot to Carrie for Mr. Garcia’s ongoing support over the years.” The teachers chuckled and encouraged the students gathered around. “Come on, show some appreciation to your role model.”

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Feeling an even deeper respect for Carrie, the students who had benefited from the financial aid collectively exclaimed, “Thank you!”

Moved by the gesture, Carrie humbly replied with a smile, “All the kindness is really Mr. Garcia’s doing. I’m just the messenger.”

The students then turned to Daxton and respectfully said, “Thank you, sir.”

“Just doing what I can,” Daxton modestly replied. “Seeing you all committed to your studies is the best thank you I could receive.” He gave an encouraging pat on the shoulder of one of the students.

As Carrie began to part ways with the teachers, Daxton chimed in, “I can drive you.”

Carrie was about to decline when Daxton leaned in and whispered, “Would you mind helping me avoid a social drink with the principal and others? I really can’t handle my liquor.”

With no alternative, Carrie replied, “Okay.”

As they left the building and approached a sleek black Bentley, Carrie remembered a recent visit to the cemetery. She asked, “Did you go to the cemetery yesterday?”

“I usually manage my donations online, but since I was in Orkset and had some time, I thought I’d visit your mom’s grave and see how the students are progressing,” Daxton explained. Then he added humorously, “I wanted to make sure my donations weren’t going to waste.”

Carrie bit back the polite reply she had prepared at his lighthearted comment. Unaware of her contemplation, Daxton opened the car door for her, suggesting, “Please, get in.”

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