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    They trusted that whatever Ainslie asked wouldn’t be unreasonable. And even if it turned out to be demanding, their resources could easily manage it.


    So Ethan agreed at once, saying, “Sure, Miss Campbell, go ahead.”


    Ainslie hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly. To her, the request felt like too much. If they agreed, they would, in a sense, carry the school’s future on their shoulders for life.


    Buttely, her health had been failing, and she often woke in the night fearing the worst. If illness struck her down, there would be no one left to oversee the school. The thought of those young girls losing their chance at education weighed heavily on her heart. There was no other choice.


    After a long pause, Ainslie gathered her courage and spoke softly. “Mr. Mitchell, Miss Harper, you’ve both done so much already. You’ve donated generously, nned to build a sports field and a library, and even funded the renovation of our ssrooms and cafeteria. I know it’s asking a lot, but I’d like to invite you both to serve as honorary principals of our school.”


    Ethan and Brenna exchanged surprised looks. They had expected a request for more funding or perhaps another project, not something like this.


    Serving as honorary principals required no real responsibility—it was only a symbolic title.


    The pair paused briefly, and Ainslie mistook their silence for reluctance.


    Just as she was about to say something, both Ethan and Brenna spoke at once. “We agree.”


    Their response warmed her heart. Still, fearing they might think she wanted more financial aid, Ainslie quickly rified, “Please don’t misunderstand. I only hope you can serve as honorary principals in title. You won’t have to manage anything or contribute additional funds. I just want to use your names when applying for government support. It’ll help the approval process move faster.”


    She sighed quietly before continuing. “To be honest, our school desperately needs repairs. We’ve been applying for funds to fix the ssrooms, dorms, and cafeteria for more than two years, but nothing hase through. With your names, I believe we’ll finally get somewhere.”


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    Ethan nodded. “You’re right. The buildings and equipment are in rough shape. But there’s no need to rely on government approval. When summer vacationes, I’ll take care of the matter. I’ll fund the repairs, and you can find people to handle the work.”


    “That would be wonderful. On behalf of all our teachers and students, thank you.” Ainslie’s voice trembled as she reached out to shake their hands, her eyes glistening with tears she could no longer hold back.


    For years, she had carried the weight of the school on her shoulders. She had endured indifference, rejection, and condescension from officials. Her pleas for support had always gone unheard. The school had survived only through her persistence, and now it was barely holding on.


    She had given everything to this ce.


    Ethan and Brenna didn’t know every detail of Ainslie’s past; they only knew that she was a woman who had once walked away from a high-paying career to build a school in the mountains—a school for girls who had been forgotten by the rest of the world.


    “There’s really no need to thank us. We admire you deeply, Miss Campbell. People like you—those who dedicate their lives to giving girls in rural mountain areas a chance at education—are truly rare. We’re just doing our small part.”


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