After she officially resumed classes at school, Chris and Susan stormed over to find her. Chris immediately questioned, “Did you do something to my sister Ava’s face?”
Susan wiped her tears and echoed, “Thelma, how could you be so harsh? Auntie always thought you were a kind child.”
Thelma dug at her ear, “That’s her own doing; it has nothing to do with me. If you don’t believe it, you can sue me in court. I don’t mind making a big deal out of it.” She smiled meaningfully.
She was sure these two wouldn’t dare to escalate things, and sure enough, after she said that, both of them were left speechless.
Thelma was too lazy to waste more words with them, so she asked a hotel staff member to help escort them away. Many people in the hotel were brought out by her mother and already had a bad impression of these two. As soon as they heard her speak, they came over with brooms to chase them off.
However, before the two left, Thelma made sure to tell them, “My household registration will be transferred soon. From now on, I have nothing to do with you, so don’t come looking for me again.”
Chris was furious and shouted, “You’re so impressive, cutting ties with your family. Don’t come crying to me in the future!”
Thelma replied, “Don’t worry, I will never beg you. From now on, whoever begs first will be worse than a pig or a dog, how about that?”
“You—” Chris was so angry he turned red. Thelma ignored him and turned to go upstairs.
When Thelma returned to school, Ava had already packed up and left. A few days after Thelma returned, she was informed by her classmates that the principal wanted to see her. Thelma found it strange; what could the principal want with her? Even if it was about changing majors, it wouldn’t require the principal’s personal attention.
With her doubts, Thelma went to the principal’s office, but she saw another person there.
The principal smiled and said to Thelma, “Are you Thelma? Mr. Sam is looking for you; you two can chat.”
“Do you remember me?” After the principal left, the man stepped forward and asked.
Thelma remembered him; he was silentstorm, the man she had been with that night. Seeing him brought back memories of that night, chaotic and embarrassing.
She tightened her grip on her clothes and took a deep breath, saying, “I remember. Do you need something from me?”
This man’s aura was intimidating; she had felt it the first time she met him. Back then, she had been drugged and could only rely on instinct, but now she was very clear-headed. He stood in front of her, and she felt an invisible pressure coming from him.
At that moment, he tilted his head with his hands in his pockets and asked her with a light laugh, “Why did you delete me?”
After that night, she had deleted him from her friends list. After such an incident, she couldn’t keep someone like that as a friend.
“There was no need to keep you, so I deleted you.”
He squinted at her, “So you want to just forget about what happened that night?”
His narrowed gaze made his eyes sharp; his presence was truly captivating. She didn’t dare to meet his eyes and turned her head to say, “Sir…”
“My name is Sam Noah.”
“Mr. Sam, you know that night was just an accident. Although we are online friends, we are just two strangers to each other. Since that’s the case, let’s pretend nothing happened; it would be better for everyone.”
“I don’t want to pretend nothing happened.”
“…” Thelma frowned, “Then what do you want?”
He was silent for a moment, then lowered his head to spin his watch, casually saying, “We can try being together. You don’t have a boyfriend right now, do you?”
Try being together? She looked at the man in front of her. Her understanding of him was just from many years ago when they chatted. She knew he had been seriously ill back then. It was her first time using social media, and she found it novel, so she chatted with him non-stop. But later, she got busy with her studies, and her online friends increased, causing her past connections to fade away.
She didn’t know what he did for a living, and she even misunderstood his age. She knew nothing about him, but from his demeanor, clothing, and the principal’s flattering attitude towards him, it was clear he was someone of significance.
The uncle she once chatted with had now become so young and stood before her; he might have an extraordinary identity.
But what about her? Her voice was ruined, and she had chosen a vocal music major. Without her voice, graduating would be difficult. Now, in her third year, changing majors seemed unlikely, and her future looked bleak.
Moreover, having just been betrayed in a relationship, she had no desire to pursue another.
