After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again

Clara Fuller’s face turned white.

Laura Yates frowned in displeasure: "Clara is already very sad about not passing the exam, and you’re just humiliating her."

Florence Fuller sneered: "I saw her practicing piano at home instead of studying, and this is what she achieved."

Clara Fuller bit her lip, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Michael Fuller glanced at Clara Fuller, also feeling she was a bit of an embarrassment.

"Clara has already done her best." Laura Yates’s gaze coldly swept over Florence Fuller, then looked at Michael Fuller: "This result was unexpected for her too."

"I’m sorry, Dad." Clara Fuller choked up: "I didn’t expect to fail; I really worked hard..."

Florence Fuller looked at the dish in her bowl, feeling a bit nauseated.

Michael Fuller sighed: "Alright, your mom has talked to me. If you still want to go to that school in the U.S., I’ll make the arrangements for you."

Florence Fuller’s gaze tightened; this look uncontrollably turned to Matthew Fuller, with unclear emotions in her eyes.

Clara Fuller looked at Florence Fuller: "I still want to go to the same school as Florence, it’s okay."

Florence Fuller withdrew her gaze, her grip on the chopsticks tense and trembling.