chapter 8
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Elsa: "Honey, I think we should let Julia have home tutoring from now on. What do you think?"She asks this as she lifts the spoon to her mouth. Her tone sounds casual, frank even, but her grip tightens on the spoon, and that flicker in her eyes tells a different story—worry, maybe fear.Lucifer pauses, caught off guard but not shocked, like he'd half-expected it. Lucifer: "That's a good suggestion, dear. But shouldn't we ask Julia first?"Both turn to me, their mismatched eyes—one pair warm brown, the other piercing—holding the same deep concern and affection. A warm current floods my heart, thawing something I thought had gone cold forever. The Hughes really love their daughter; it's in every little gesture—staying by her bedside through illness, tending to every detail, even asking her opinion on life choices like this.The system tasked me with living as Julia Hughes, healthy and whole, until maturity—18 or 20. Homeschooling fits perfectly: minimal interactions, less risk of slipping up. But a gut feeling pulls me toward the original owner's school, that instinct I've always trusted. So I meet their gazes, voice steady. "No. I want to go to school."Surprise ripples across their faces.Elsa: "Honey, you just recovered. It's not suitable yet."She glances between me and Lucifer, dark brown eyes wide with worry.Lucifer: "Then homeschool this semester. School next one. What do you think, darling?"He looks torn, eyes shifting from me to Elsa, compromise hanging in the air like a fragile truce.look up to them only to realize that I have been being a daze for quite some time. "And she is so delirious from the fever , that can't even remember her name now ! " Elsa exclaims in anger and grief at she looks between me and her husband .
Lucifer : " I am sorry , Honey , I won't let it happen again ..."
Elsa : " What do you mean by again , I am not going to sent my daughter to any of those classes again . "
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