Chapter 3

I arrived at an extremely famous law firm in order to look for a lawyer and inquire about bullying cases in high schools.

Benji couldn't just die for nothing. I mustn't let those bastards get away from murdering Benji scot-free. Soon, they'd definitely target other children.

Before I left the firm, I heard someone calling out my name.

"Eleanor Miller? Is that you?"

Raphael Westwood smiled brightly at me. He was just as cheerful and handsome as I remembered him to be.

I shot him a small smile. For some reason, I felt a little awkward to be facing Raphael. After all, he had once pursued me back in our university days.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing at the firm? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Raphael handed me a glass of lemon water. He seemed to sense my hesitation, for he added with a smile, "I'm a business partner of this firm. You can always talk to me if you're facing any problems."

I raised my head, clearly shocked. Raphael's smile—kind and