The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 523

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Cyndi wanted to say Seafarm Group was a century old corporation with far better long term prospects. She wanted to argue that high pay alone meant nothing if the benefits and stability couldnt keep up.

But when she met Newman’s calm, open gaze, every word lodged in her throat.

In the end, she only gave an extremely stiff nod and forced out a vague hum.

Newman didn’t linger any longer. He turned and boarded the shuttle,

The hover bus’s step platform silently retracted beneath him. The pneumatic doors slid shut, cutting off the platform and those conflicted expressions.

There weren’t many passengers inside, and the air conditioning was running strong

Newman walked to a window seat in the back row and carefully placed the insulated storage case beside him.

He let out a long, silent breath, finally feeling the tension leave his shoulders.

Outside the window, the city scenery slowly began to sink lower.

The hover bus was ascending now, merging into the designated aerial traffic lanes.

Unable to stop himself, Newman turned and looked down through the spotless glass.

The station rapidly shrank beneath him. Those dark blue Seafarm uniforms still stood frozen in place.

Donald seemed to be saying something heatedly to Cyndi, wildly gesturing with his arms.

Cyndi had her back turned toward the departing bus, her expression unreadable, though her posture looked stiff.

Michael and the others kept their heads lowered, occasionally sneaking glances toward the direction the bus had disappeared.

Newman pulled his gaze away and stopped looking.

Leaning back into his seat, he closed his eyes, but the scene from earlier replayed vividly in his mind.

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Donald’s twisted face was warped by jealousy and disbelief. Michael couldn’t hide the longing in his eyes. Cyndi’s forced composure barely concealed her bitterness.

All of it stirred up complicated emotions inside him. Not satisfaction–more like a sad kind of realization.

He suddenly remembered three years ago, around this same time of year.

Back then, he had stood outside Seafarm Supermarket’s HR office with his parents‘ tiny death compensation payout and their death certificates, while holding the hands of eleven–year–old Korbin and nine–year–old Irene.

Rain had soaked through his shoulders, and his younger siblings‘ trembling hands had shaken in his palms.

Cyndi had been the one to open the door. She hadn’t chased them awav immodistolv Instood.

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Chapter 323 Leaving the Past Behind

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Come to work tomorrow,” she had said back then in a businesslike tone, barely even glancing at the two shivering kids. “Three- month internship. Minimum starting salary. If you do well, we’ll talk afterward.

To Newman at that time, those words had sounded like salvation itself.

It meant they wouldn’t end up homeless overnight. It meant his brother and sister would have food for their next meal.

He truly had been grateful. Even after discovering how rigid and cold Seafarm’s internal hierarchy was… Even after people like Donald constantly bullied new hires… Even after the wages were so pitiful that he had to take side jobs after work just to survive, he still endured it all for three years.

He always figured that Seafarm had fed him when he was at his lowest, and he believed that was a debt he should remember.

But now, sitting on this bus carrying him away from his past, Newman suddenly realized something with complete clarity. Maybe it had never been kindness at all. It had only ever been a cold business transaction

He gave his labor and his time. Seafarm paid him barely enough to survive. That was all.

Cyndi probably hired him back then simply because he was cheap, hardworking, and burdened with family responsibilities. He wi the perfect fit for a company trying to cut costs.

As for the so–called training, all they had really done was make him repeat the lowest–level repair work day after day until whatev ambition and potential he once had slowly wore away.

But Tycoon Farm?

Newman lowered his head, fingers brushing lightly across the smooth surface of the storage case.

The first time Elizabeth had asked him was about his technical knowledge. What she saw was his potential.

His mentor never held anything back and genuinely taught him real skills.

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