Claire cried out rabidly, “Do you think I’m scared of you? I'm not scared of you. I’m not afraid of going to jail!”“Go on then, show me what you are going to do to me! When you go to jail, there will finally be someone who will put you in your place and educate you on behalf of our society. Once yo
Hugo realized that Claire was about to start acting up again and quickly turned to the trio standing across from him, “Everyone, I am very sorry for ruining the lunch. I promise that I’ll make it up the next time. I’m not going to cause any more trouble for you all, so I’ll be leaving first.” With
“You don’t understand?” Danielle nodded abruptly. Indeed, she did not understand. Karl poked her forehead again. “The reason Hugo doesn’t fight back is because he’s someone who values sentiments. He thinks that he has a sense of emotional and rational responsibility toward Claire because of how lo
Danielle gave him a gloomy look. “Why are you so difficult to reason with?” Upon seeing her fed-up expression, Karl smiled faintly. “I only rank things in terms of urgency. What you want is not urgent in the grand scheme of things.” “The number of advisors in each department has been carefully acc
On Monday, Danielle finally got what she wanted and returned to college. Her return did not cause a big stir, perhaps because the previous news cycle had passed. Nevertheless, her fellow teachers in her office and her students were excited about her return. At noon, she treated the three teachers
With that, she hung up. She approached the window and wiped scarce drops of tears from her eyes. She did not need a father. Never needed one. Therefore, his words could never hurt her. Despite her best attempts to negotiate with herself, it was still difficult to quench the anger and resentment
After Timothy reached the front door, he noticed Danielle still sitting in the car. He turned around and went to open the door for her. “Come on, sis. Come on out.” Danielle then stepped out of the car. “Timothy, you said... that this was your villa?” “Yeah, this place belonged to my uncle a long
“Really?” Danielle smiled faintly. She then sighed as well. She wondered if her mother worked here back then just so she could see the sycamore tree up close. It was possible. Timothy leaned against the railing and said solemnly, “My uncle plants sycamore trees in the courtyard for his lover while