<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Bonnie had forgotten Janice was still there and quickly stepped out from the crowd. She walked over to Janice, and the attention shifted toward her. Janice looked innocent, drawing the eyes of a few male students nearby.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing that she’d seeded in attracting attention, Janice shed a sweet smile at the onlookers, relishing the admiration.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Bonnie said with a shy smile, “Janice, my dorm is just up ahead. I’ll take you there to rest for a bit, andter, I’ll help you find a ce to stay.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just then, Yvette’s phone buzzed. She nced at it. It was from Simon, asking her toe to his office.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Bonnie walked back to Yvette. “Yvette, I’ll take Janice to my dorm first, then find her a ceter. I’ll meet you and Jeremiah afterward.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette put her phone away and nodded casually. “Okay.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">John, hearing that Janice was Bonnie’s sister and noticing her bandaged foot, eagerly offered to help her to the girls‘ dorm.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Janice assumed John was interested in her. She looked at his simple clothes and secretly sneered. “This guy’s clothes are way too in, she thought, though she kept a sweet smile on her face.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Thank you,” she said to John, whose cheeks flushed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He had no idea that his well–intentioned gesture would nearlynd him in hot water. If he’d known, he would never have volunteered.</font></font>From N?velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After the three left, Yvette nodded briefly to the onlookers before heading to Simon’s office.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Inside the office, Yvette knocked and entered to find the usual spread of snacks on Simon’s desk, though this time, there was a broader selection and even a fresh cup of milkshake, clearly just delivered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Simon was on the phone, and he gestured for Yvette to take a seat. She settled herself on the sofa, pulled out her phone, and opened a bag of snacks, munching contentedly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Simon, noticing her at ease, chuckled and continued his call.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, a text arrived from Eagle King. [Boss, any nstely? I’m bored out of my mind. Flying Fish just got back home, and said he’s going to try acting and make some extra cash to blow. I’m practically turning to stone over here.]</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette bit into chips, then typed back: [I’m heading to South East Aploth in Golden Triangle in a few days. You’re wee to join if you’re interested.]</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Within a minute, Eagle King replied: [Boss, I’m definitely interested. Count me in. It’s been years since I’ve been to Voraxia. Wonder if our old friends there are still around.]</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette’s gaze deepened as she read the message, fingers pausing mid–typing, and her expression thoughtful. After a moment, she put her phone away.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Simon ended his call and sat down across from her on the sofa. This day’s got my head spinning with all the work.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Since the incident with Patrick, the director’s position at Argrol University had been vacant, leaving Simon to handle every aspect of university affairs.</font></font>
Patrick’s mess had kept Simon swamped until now, so as soon as he heard Yvette was back, he texted her right away. She was always busy, and catching her was no easy task.
Yvette pushed the freshly made coffee toward him and said politely, “Mr. Sundend, here’s some coffee.”
Simon, delighted, epted it gratefully. “So, did everything go shoothly while you were away?”
Yvette raised an eyebrow and nodded, her tone light and unhurried. “Yes, all done. She came back with us
Simon nodded. After some small talk, he steered the conversation toward Patrick.
Simon looked grave. “The verdict on Patrick’s case is out. It was handed down a few days ago. Amy was acquitted, and Patrick got fifteen years. By the time he’s out, he’ll likely be a broken man.”
Yvette leaned back and nodded, her voice cool. “Has Amy returned to school?”
Simon sighed. What Amy had endured at the hands of her advisor was something hard to heal from
He began. “No, she took a leave of absence, but the school will hold her spot indefinitely. Only she can work through the wounds, both mental and physical, on her own.
“We can’t help. I’ll make sure someone visits regrly to offer her whatever help we can.”
Yvette’s eyes darkened as she held her milkshake, her gaze sharp and steady. Slowly, she spoke. “I’ll give you 70 million.”
Simon’s hand trembled slightly, spilling half his coffee not because of the 70 million, but because he had no idea why Yvette would give him that amount out of nowhere. ‘Is she just so wealthy that she’s got money to burn? Simon thought, amused.
It seemed usible. Yvette’s wealth likely surpassed what she could reasonably spend.
Yvette continued, her tone calm and measured, “Use the 70 million to establish a foundation under Argrol University’s name, dedicated to helping women like Amy who’ve been raped. You can handle the details, Mr. Sundend.”
Simon was stunned. He’d considered a hundred different reasons she might have for giving him 70 million, but the thought of her wanting to establish a foundation never crossed his mind.
‘Well… He was speechless, watching Yvette sip her milkshake with quietposure. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice somber. “Alright. I’ll make it happen.”
Yvette always acted more than she spoke. Though she seemed indifferent and detached, her heart waspassionate and full of empathy.
Simon lowered his gaze, feeling an unexpected pang of sadness. In recent years, the teaching profession had somehow be one of the least trusted.
Cases of teachers harassing or raping students were rminglymon. If not for Patrick’s situation, Simon would never have believed such an ugly yet kind monster was working so close by.
It was toote, even with Patrick in prison. The scars he’d left on Amy would never fade. Amy was both unfortunate and fortunate, fortunate to have met people like Yvette.
But in other corners of the world, many young women were still caught in the clutches of abusers, too afraid to speak out. Meanwhile, outside the girls‘ dormitory, John dropped off Bonnie and Janice, practically making a run for it. He couldn’t be med, though. Janice had practically clung to him the entire way.
Too shy to say anything about it, he was just d to have fulfilled his duty, and he left the instant he could.
Janice, mistaking his reaction for shyness, felt utterly confident in herself. Once inside the dorm and alone with Bonnie, Janice dropped the act and started ordering Bonnie around, pouting. “Bon, my foot hurts. Could you get me some water?”
Bonnie nodded agreeably. “Alright, Janice, just wait here. I’ll grab a basin and bring you some.”
When Bonnie came back with the basin of water and opened the door, she found Janice fiddling with something on the desk.
“Janice, what are you doing?” she asked, Janice looked at the skincare bottle in her hand with distaste and ced it back on the desk with a grimace.
“Bon, is this really what you use for your skincare? This stuff is so cheap, and it’s not even a real brand. Won’t it be bad for your skin?” she asked.
Bonnie set down the basin in front of Janice with some effort, wiping her brow as she answered cheerfully, “Janice, I’ve always used it, and it works just fine. It won’t hurt your skin. Don’t worry! Go on and wash up.”