Chapter 184: Chapter 184

"I’m lucky?!" Lawrence Winters was flabbergasted, pointing at his own straight nose, "I think you really don’t know me at all! Go to my hometown and ask around, everyone knows there’s a little girl named Lawrence Winters on Old Street, and she’s famously unlucky!"

"I can choke and end up in the hospital emergency room just by drinking water, sink in the shallow end while swimming, and even get mugged while on the bus with my mom!"

The corners of Madwoman’s mouth twitched.

She turned her head, looking at Lawrence Winters curiously, "Really? That can’t be true, right? No need to pile on so many tales just to clear your name, right?"

"Of course, it’s true." Lawrence Winters dropped her head, lacking energy, "Forget it, believe what you want."

However, as she pushed the door open to enter the bathroom, she added, "...If you don’t believe it, you can ask Kenneth Osborne, and you’ll know if I’m telling the truth or not."

Madwoman thought about it, but couldn’t resist her curiosity. She first told Joyce Shaw, and then asked him to verify with Kenneth Osborne.

Joyce Shaw had planned to return to the dorm today, but since he ran into Kenneth Osborne and Lawrence Winters there, he left again.

Now alone in his rented apartment, he was writing code, planning to have the work ready by the time he starts his job. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵

After receiving a message from Madwoman, he found it amusing and immediately called Kenneth Osborne.

"Hey, Kenneth, I wanted to ask you, was little Nora really that unlucky when she was a kid? Like the kind of bad luck where she choked on cold water and ended up in the hospital, or sank in the shallow end while swimming?"

Kenneth Osborne was sitting at his desk, researching some content about the Foster Group, and couldn’t help but laugh when he heard Joyce Shaw’s question, "...Who told you that?"

"Don’t worry about who told me, just tell me if it’s true or not."

"Hmm, it’s true. Nora’s luck was indeed particularly bad when she was young," Kenneth Osborne said with a smile.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers loosening slightly, ceasing to type on the keyboard. In his mind, he thought of the incredibly unlucky neighbor girl from his childhood.

She was only three years younger than him and had such distinct bad luck that she firmly caught his attention, making him involuntarily focus on her every day, sympathize with her, and feel sorry for her...

Until now, habit turned into nature, nature deepened into friendship, and friendship eventually sublimated into an indescribable affection.

From childhood to adolescence, she borrowed so much money from him. If he hadn’t been particularly soft-hearted towards her, how could she have "tricked" him for so many years without fail?

Actually, Lawrence wasn’t not repaying the money at the time. Every time she borrowed money, she would write a note and ask him to collect it from her uncle.

That’s how he managed to have a "concrete chain of evidence" to calculate how much she owed him over the years.

He never actually went to ask her uncle for the money because he never lacked money growing up.

His parents weren’t particularly wealthy, but he had an aunt who doted on him immensely, and this aunt was also the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department at the River City Hospital, being incredibly generous to him.

Let’s put it this way, his aunt pampered him just like Lawrence’s uncle pampered her, but even more generously. Every time she gave him pocket money, it was in the hundreds or thousands.

From the time he could remember, his New Year’s gift money was ten thousand each year.

And in the River City’s New Year’s gift money market over a decade ago, a hundred was the median, and a thousand was the high-end market.

So what kind of concept is ten thousand in gift money?

Thinking of this, Kenneth frowned slightly.

His aunt was so generous to him, more so than to her biological son, his little cousin.

Why was she so kind to him?

And it was unconditionally better, far more selfless than even his own parents.

Kenneth was lost in thought.

After a few more questions from Joyce, they hung up, and he replied to Madwoman:... Nora wasn’t lying to you; Kenneth said she was indeed particularly unlucky as a child.

Madwoman was shocked, her mouth wide open, completely unable to believe her eyes.

She confirmed with Joyce several times, and only after learning it was verified by Kenneth did she sigh, "Damn! Could it be that all of Lawrence’s bad luck was used up in childhood, so now her luck is particularly good?"

When Lawrence Winters came out of the bathroom, she was met with Madwoman’s "peculiar" gaze.

Lawrence quickly grabbed a bath towel to cover herself, saying warily, "Madwoman, retract those lecherous eyes of yours, I don’t swing that way."

Madwoman scoffed, turned her chair ninety degrees to face Lawrence Winters, rested her chin on her hands, and looked her up and down, puzzled, "How did your luck go from bad to good? I want to learn how..."