From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius

She stumbled back several steps, finally stopping against a railing.

She looked up at the two of them in surprise, her eyes filled with shock.

Shawn Styles covered his face, not wanting to say a single word.

The look of pure shock on Julian Dawson’s tanned face instantly reminded Chloe Sinclair of a popular husky meme from a decade in the future.

"Miss Sinclair, are you okay?!"

Once he came to his senses, Julian Dawson boomed in his loud voice.

At this, even Coach Young shot him a look of utter disgust.

Chloe Sinclair’s lip twitched. "I’m fine."

But Julian Dawson didn’t believe her at all.

He looked at Chloe Sinclair, his eyes flashing with remorse. "You must be in pain from where I hit you! Please, don’t try to tough it out. I’ll take you to the infirmary right now."

Chloe Sinclair was more than a head shorter than him, not to mention how thin and small she was. And he had just sent her stumbling back.

Seeing Julian Dawson’s earnest expression, Chloe Sinclair was momentarily speechless. "I’m really fine."

She had simply been caught off guard. In reality, aside from being knocked back a few steps, she wasn’t injured at all.

"How is that possible!"

Julian Dawson immediately blew up. "You were knocked several meters away just now!"

Chloe Sinclair said, "I wasn’t..."

Before she could finish, Julian Dawson said with a dead-serious expression, "This is no time to be arguing about a few meters! Just hurry up and come with me to the infirmary."

With that, he moved to take Chloe Sinclair to the infirmary.

Finally, Professor Young couldn’t take it anymore.

"Alright, that’s enough! In the entire athletics department, you’re the only one who’s always making a racket! Why can’t you learn from the young ladies on the gymnastics team? They’re quiet and composed all day long. Unlike you! From morning till night, all you do is raise a ruckus. Just tell me, what earthly use are you?!"

Getting yelled at like that by Coach Young, Julian Dawson felt quite hurt.

He glanced at Chloe Sinclair to confirm, "Miss Sinclair, are you really okay?"

"...I’m fine."

Hearing this, Julian Dawson let out a soft sigh.

Coach Young’s face immediately contorted, flushing red with anger. "What, are you somehow disappointed that Chloe Sinclair is fine?!"

Julian Dawson frantically waved his hands, stammering in a panic, "No, no! I would never think something like that about Miss Sinclair!"

Coach Young: "..."

’Having a student this dense is going to be the death of me!’

The thought only made Professor Young even angrier.

He patted his pocket, found he hadn’t brought his emergency heart pills, and could only turn his head away from his idiotic student.

"Alright, let’s get back to training."

Shawn Styles figured if he didn’t speak up soon, the coach’s wrath would turn on him next.

"Right, right."

Hearing that, Julian Dawson felt like there was something he hadn’t said, but he couldn’t recall what it was.

He thought for a moment, looked at Chloe Sinclair, and was just about to open his mouth when Shawn Styles pulled him back.

Seeing Julian Dawson finally leave, Chloe Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief.

Aside from the unexpected incident with Mia Warren that morning, Chloe Sinclair had been in a pretty good mood all day.

That was, until a phone call from the assistant coach during afternoon practice shattered her peace and quiet.

"Mia Warren went to the hospital roof and is threatening to commit suicide!"

Chloe Sinclair was standing beside Professor Young and happened to overhear the call.

Her brow furrowed, and she saw that Coach Young’s expression had also turned grim.

As if sensing Chloe Sinclair watching him, Coach Young discreetly turned away and lowered his voice. "Which hospital? Have the police been called?"

The assistant coach replied, "The police are already here, but they can’t disperse the crowd downstairs. Mia Warren’s condition... is critical."