Chapter 403

Andrew pointed at Patrick and said, “I came out of the men’s room and passed by this private room when I heard shouting. I opened the door and saw Patrick naked, forcing this girl.

“She had a knife in her hand, trying to fight him off. I rushed in, but you showed up before I could say anything.”

Patrick stood there, shirtless, with his skin sagging. He had a bad look. He had gone to great lengths to trick this girl into meeting him today, and just as things were about to start, the girl snapped and stabbed him with a knife.

While arguing with the student, neither noticed that the door had opened slightly, allowing Andrew to see what was happening.

Patrick also knew Andrew; he was the librarian. However, noticing how respectfully Simon treated Andrew, Patrick realized that Andrew’s background might be more complicated than it seemed.

Patrick couldn’t dare challenge Andrew, knowing that causing a big fuss would be bad for him as he was at fault. He quickly put on his clothes while Andrew and Charles were talking, then deliberately put on a stern face.

He awkwardly explained, “It is a misunderstanding. The girl and I were both willing participants. You suddenly barged in on what is a private affair between the two of us. Don’t you have any manners?”

Hearing this, the woman crouched on the floor trembled, her face turning pale, her tears streaming down even more intensely.

Andrew scoffed. He sneered at Patrick and said, “Are you trying to fool anyone with that old line? Anyone with eyes can see you’re forcing her. Look at you, all greasy and balding. A total eyesore!

“Then look at her. Do you expect anyone to believe you both are mutual? Aren’t you afraid of getting struck by lightning?”

Charles glanced at Patrick and the girl sitting on the ground. A young girl in her prime hanging out with someone like Patrick in a place like this? It must be about money or trying to achieve some goal.

The girl on the ground shakily raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, with a look of sheer determination.

Seeing the girl’s face, Andrew let out a surprised sound. Charles turned to look at him. Andrew whispered to Charles, “I know this girl. She often comes to the library to borrow books. She’s called Amy Green.”

Amy flinched when her name was called. She hadn’t planned to leave here alive; she wanted to take Patrick down.

Unfortunately, she still hadn’t managed to kill him. Amy nodded, she said. “It’s me.”

Patrick sensed that things were taking a completely lost about what to do.

rn for the worse. He hadn’t expected Andrew to know Amy, and now he was Charles remained calm. He said, “Let’s inform Mr. Sunderland about this; he’ll take care of it.”

The director of student affairs involved with his own student was a massive scandal. Patrick panicked and quickly objected, “No, absolutely not.”

Andrew sneered and said, “Do you think saying no will stop this: You commit such disgraceful acts but are afraid of Mr.

Sunderland finding out?”

Patrick was stunned by Andrew’s words, looking very grim. He thought, ‘This must not get out, or my reputation will be destroyed. Patrick knew the only way out was for Amy to admit that she was a willing participant.

Patrick would have been confident that Amy wouldn’t say anything in the past, but he wasn’t sure anymore after she talked about wanting to take him down with her.

Patrick forced a smile and told Andrew, “Mr. Mitchell, Amy tried to seduce me. She wanted to trade for a grad school spot with her body, but I said no, so she slashed me with scissors. You have to trust that I’m innocent!”

While they were chatting, Yvette, Jeremiah, and Samantha found their way to the private room and pushed open the door.

Yvette looked around the room. Seeing Amy, her expression was icy.

As soon as Andrew saw them arrive, he said, “Yvette, this jerk forced his student and is still making excuses, saying the girl seduced him for a grad school spot. Disgusting.”

Samantha said coldly, “Why keep people like this around? Call the police.”

Jeremiah glanced at Patrick, whose clothes were messy, and his face was pale. He took out his phone and walked out. Noticing Jeremiah’s actions, Yvette didn’t say anything.

Since Yvette showed up, Patrick was scared out of his mind, totally terrified. He knew he wasn’t getting out of today’s trouble easily.

He thought, ‘Ever since Yvette started at Argrol University, we’ve been at odds. Now that she knows about this, there’s no way she’ll let me off the hook.

While everyone was talking, Amy, who hadn’t spoken at all, suddenly grabbed the knife in her hand. With Patrick off guard, she rushed forward and plunged the knife into his stomach.

Patrick fell to the ground immediately, his face full of anger as he pointed at Amy. He said, “Y–You witch. How dare you stab me!

“I won’t let you get away with this. Just wait till you’re locked up for good. Call the police. I need to call the police.”

Yvette, Samantha, Charles, and Andrew all watched the scene with calm expressions; they felt it was no big deal if scum like Patrick died.

Amy looked at Patrick, who was lying on the ground, and laughed wildly. Her laughter was chilling.

She said, “You monster, you sleaze. I trusted you as my teacher and my mentor, but you drugged me, took those revealing photos, and blackmailed me into sleeping with you.

“Then you used my grad school plans against me. I’ve had enough. I don’t want to live anymore. Let’s die together.”

Patrick’s screams echoed in the room, but the others didn’t even acknowledge him. After a while, Patrick fainted from losing too much blood.

Yvette stepped forward and looked at Amy, whose hands were covered in blood. She took a handkerchief from her pocket and placed it in Amy’s hand.

Amy, with a distant look in her eyes, suddenly burst into tears at the sight of the handkerchief that appeared in her hand. Her once happy youth was completely ruined by that scumbag, Patrick. If only she hadn’t trusted Patrick so much, she wouldn’t be in like this now.

Samantha watched the scene and sighed. Andrew couldn’t bear to watch anymore and turned his head away.

Charles felt no emotion. In Mysonna, some gangs, driven by money, were involved in the trafficking of women and children.

Honestly, he had become numb to it all. If this were Mysonna, these people would just be dealt with quickly.

Yvette crouched down, looking at the shattered Amy who couldn’t pull herself together. Yvette’s voice was as cool and detached as always. She said, “Wipe your tears away. Crying fixes nothing. You should be considering how to solve this problem perfectly now.”

Yvette’s nearly emotionless words brought Amy back to her senses. She realized she shouldn’t waste her future on a beast like Patrick.

But the fact was she had stabbed Patrick, and the law wouldn’t let her get away with that. What could she do now?

Holding herself, Amy said, “Yvette, I don’t know what to do. I was ready to go down with him. But I don’t want to throw away my future because of him. I don’t regret stabbing him. If he stays, more girls will fall into his trap.”

Amy’s biggest regret was not having the courage to stand up to Patrick the first time he threatened her and expose him for the scumbag he was.

It was a pity that life didn’t offer a do–over; this was the price she paid for her weakness.