"Maybe he's really a VIP?"
"Yeah, VIP at the psychiatric ward."
The people tried to hide their laughter, but the malicious laughter was still obvious.
Larissa acted as if she didn't hear them, and just grabbed Jerrod's arm to take him to the farthest seat in the cafeteria. It will only make the situation even more complicated if she confronts those people. It will not only affect Jerrod's image but might also trigger his panic attack.
However, Jerrod didn't move in his place. He was silent while his eyes were just staring straight at the two men making fun of him.
One guy sneered at him, "What, Mr. VIP? What are you looking at?" The two men remained standing on their line at the food stall while they put their chins up and looked at Jerrod scornfully.
Jerrod holds his food tray tightly and confidently walks toward the two men.
