<h4>Chapter 1459: 1459. Scrounging a meal</h4>
Sophia Taylor hesitated for a moment and declined, "No, it wouldn’t be right for me to disturb you like that."
"What disturbance? It’s just one more person at the table. If you were to cook by yourself, it’d be far more troublesome."
In the end, Sophia reluctantly agreed, feeling slightly embarrassed.
On the way to the resettlement site, they had to pass by the road that was currently under construction. Sophia instinctively paused in her steps, her gaze falling onto the road.
"What’s wrong?"
Elly Campbell noticed her standing still and staring nkly at the road, and asked curiously.
"Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking that when this mountain road ispleted, it’ll be so much easier for people here to travel outside. Maybe their living conditions will improve as well."
She turned to Elly, her expression filled with emotion. "If it weren’t for you, these children might never have had the opportunity to leave the mountains."
Elly understood what Sophia meant.
Even though there’s a saying about talented individuals rising from humble beginnings, in today’s society, the disparity in educational resources and foundational opportunities means that children don’t start on equal footing.
The reality is, it’s bing increasingly rare for those from humble beginnings to achieve greatness.
She had seen it herself over the past few days.
These children could learn how to read, write, and grasp basic arithmetic, chemistry, and physics, but it was only scratching the surface. What they learned might fall far behind what the academically outstanding students in cities achieved.
Perhaps these children would spend their entire lives in the mountains, and even if they ventured outside, survival would be tough.
"There will be opportunities. Everyone has opportunities."
She had already discussed ns with Adam Jones. Once the infrastructure here wasplete, they could coborate with the vige to develop a tourism area, which would undoubtedly provide a path for the mountain vigers to work their way toward prosperity.
However, since this idea was still in its early stages, Elly didn’t say much about it to Sophia.
"I heard from the Vige Chief that the new school buildings were donated by Mr. Jones. Was that road donated by Mr. Jones too? You really are wonderful people."
Sophia pointed to the distant road, expressing her gratitude sincerely.
"No, that road was built by someone else."
At the mention of this, Elly’s thoughts drifted toward Ethan White.
Now that they had a lead for the investigation, figuring out Ethan’s identity should be simpler.
Ethan White had always been a thorn lodged in her mind. Without rifying his identity, she felt uneasy.
"Let’s go."
Elly walked a few steps forward, unaware of the contemtive look on Sophia’s face.
After traveling some distance, Elly was still preupied with Ethan White’s matter. She had nned to ask Adam Jonester about the results of their investigation into Ethan’s identity, but she unexpectedly crossed paths with him along the way.
"I heard your group has already finished making lunch."
Ethan White stoodzily in front of her, his tall frame blocking the way. His tone was unusually casual.
"Yeah, so what?"
"I’m hungry. Let mee eat with you."
The sheer matter-of-factness in his voice made Elly knit her brows in mild difort.
Letting him join for a meal wasn’t a problem. The real issue was Adam’s jealous nature—he certainly wouldn’t be happy about it.
Perhaps Ethan sensed she might refuse; he deliberately rolled up his shirt sleeve right in front of her. His strong arm was wrapped in white bandages, faint traces of blood seeping through.
The words of refusal that had been at the tip of Elly’s tongue got swallowed back.
"Let’s go."
A trace of a smile appeared on Ethan’s lips. His gaze lingered on Elly’s begrudging expression for a moment before he calmly averted his eyes, pretending not to notice. He followed beside her as they headed back toward the resettlement site.