Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Reelection
Daughter... Warren Prescott said her child is a girl.
They say daughters take after their fathers. What would her daughter look like?
A female version of Warren Prescott, she couldn’t imagine it, but surely she would be beautiful?
Ashley Shaw’s lips uncontrollably curled up for a moment, but then quickly fell.
What if Warren Prescott was lying to her?
He had said everything in the past life was a misunderstanding.
How could it be a misunderstanding?
If he could lie to her about that, he could easily lie about the daughter too, considering she couldn’t go back to the future, and he could say anything without evidence.
But Ashley Shaw quickly thought of how Warren mentioned Xavier Quincy.
Leo also returned after she became a vegetable; he certainly knew the events that followed.
If the child really grew inside her and survived, then why didn’t Leo mention a word about it?
The speculation in her mind was veering towards the worst, yet she couldn’t help but hope for the best.
In a future where they can invent a time machine, how could a fetal child not grow up and survive...
She certainly hoped the child was alive, but feared more that hope would only lead to despair once more.
Such despair would be a devastating blow to someone like her, who’s just begun to long for a new life.
Her mind was in turmoil, and she truly understood the weight of those four words at that moment.
Entangled with the child’s affairs until midnight, she suddenly realized another thing.
She could go back to the past because Xavier Quincy saved her...
How did Warren Prescott get here?
Why did he come?
But she didn’t have the energy to dwell too much on Warren Prescott’s matters, finally falling into a heavy sleep when the sky lightened at dawn.
The next day, she got up with dark circles under her eyes.
Freshmen are required to get up early for morning exercises, and Ashley Shaw had just suffered from heatstroke yesterday; today she also found out her period came. Initially, Jocelyn Hayes was to apply for leave on her behalf, but Ashley refused.
Jocelyn Hayes had never taken leave in college, and didn’t know how troublesome it was to get leave in university.
You needed the homeroom teacher’s signature, the counselor’s signature, and also had to apply for leave from the morning exercise instructor, running back and forth; morning exercise would be over by then.
But dragging this weak body to run, Ashley Shaw quickly couldn’t keep up with the class’s team, having to grit her teeth to keep up.
On the second lap, Evelyn Vaughn deliberately fell a few steps behind, smirking, "Class president, you’re the class president, you should set an example, why are you falling behind?"
Ashley Shaw looked emotionless, her glance carrying a hint of coldness that made Evelyn Vaughn shiver internally.
"Classmate Vaughn, you’re a girl too. Every month there are these days; maybe next time it’ll be you who can’t keep up. Why make it hard for another girl?"
Evelyn Vaughn’s face stiffened, but ultimately swallowed back her resentment, quickening her steps to rejoin the team.
Fortunately, after two laps, the morning exercise was finally over.
Ashley Shaw’s stomach hurt so badly, she had to use breakfast time to go to the infirmary to get painkillers, but found it wasn’t open yet, so she reluctantly headed back.
As soon as she reached the dormitory entrance, she saw a familiar figure standing at the door.
It was Warren Prescott.
He saw her and immediately walked briskly over.
Ashley Shaw was momentarily surprised, then her expression fell.
"What are you doing here?"
"I brought you breakfast, and also some medicine." He said, handing over a box of painkillers.
Ashley Shaw wasn’t particularly robust, but there was one good thing: her periods were very punctual, usually arriving mid-month.
Seeing the box of medicine, there was a moment of astonishment in Ashley Shaw’s eyes, but soon her expression turned even darker.
"Don’t come again in the future."
Warren Prescott said, "I know you don’t want to see me, but I remembered these few days were your period, so I brought the medicine..."
"No need, I can buy the medicine myself."
"It’s okay, if you don’t want it, just throw it away. I have to go back to class now, see you later."
Warren Prescott said, not daring to force the medicine into Ashley Shaw’s hand, he squatted down to put the box of medicine and a bag of breakfast by his feet.
Without waiting for Ashley Shaw to speak again, he turned and ran off.
"Hey, take your stuff back! Warren—"
He had turned a corner and was out of sight.
Ashley Shaw clamped her teeth in anger.
What did he mean by this?
In the past life, he was indifferent to her; now that everything from the past and this life has come to light, why is he suddenly warming up to her?
Could it be that the Warren Prescott of this life has influenced the current him too much?
But no matter how significant, it shouldn’t involve bringing her a box of painkillers early in the morning.
Ashley Shaw suddenly thought of a very unsettling possibility: Warren Prescott did lie, her child didn’t survive, so he’s trying to curry favor early in the morning.
Her face, already pale, turned even whiter.
Just then, a female classmate walked over to the medicine box, looked around, focused on Ashley Shaw’s face as pale as paper, and came up holding the medicine and breakfast, asking, "Classmate, are these yours?"
Ashley Shaw instinctively wanted to say no.
But at that moment, her stomach felt twisted in pain, making her want to vomit.
Forget it, there’s no need to make things harder for herself.
"Yes, it’s mine, thank you..."
"No need to thank me, just take your medicine quickly; your face is so pale."
Ashley Shaw thanked her again and without bothering to return to the dorm for water, swallowed it dry.
Painkiller relief takes some time; Ashley Shaw leaned against the dorm wall, laboriously climbing up step by step.
Her periods were punctual and usually not painful, but occasionally one struck with such severity it made her wish for death.
Arriving back in the dorm, Jocelyn Hayes saw her face and immediately said, "No, you need to take leave. I’ll go get you a leave..."
"It’s okay." Ashley Shaw stopped her and said, "I’ve taken painkillers; it usually gets better in half an hour. Besides, I need to talk to the homeroom teacher today."
Jocelyn Hayes could only say, "Then drink some hot water quickly. I have a warm pack here, I’ll get it over for you."
"Okay."
The double effect of the painkillers and warm pack, by ten minutes before class, Ashley Shaw’s stomach finally stopped hurting.
This morning’s four classes were all with the homeroom teacher, and after class, Ashley Shaw chased after him.
"Ms. Wright, I have something to discuss with you."
Wilson Wallace nodded, asking what it was.
Ashley Shaw waited until the other students had left before stopping Wilson Wallace, so now she spoke without reservation, "It’s about you choosing me as class president earlier..."
...
Time flew, and soon it was evening self-study time.
Wilson Wallace rarely appeared in the evening self-study classroom, as university self-study really was just that—self-study.
So when she appeared, everyone grew tense.
Wilson Wallace exchanged some pleasantries first, then got to the point.
"After the military training, I think everyone has gotten to know each other more... During the previous class officer selection, because I didn’t know everyone well, the selection came a bit suddenly. Now that I have some understanding of everyone, I’m planning to re-elect the class officers."
