At this moment, Amelia had calmed down. She held her breath and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the ether-soaked handkerchief, found her phone by the door of the storage room, and silently dragged Isaac away.
She had her own considerations. Firstly, the conflict did not cause her any substantial harm. Harassment couldn't be proven, and Isaac had beaten the man to a pulp. If the matter was pursued, it was hard to say who would bear more responsibility.
The dean was notoriously biased, with complicated social connections. If she made a big deal out of it, not only would the culprit not be punished, she might even lose her job.
But she wouldn't let it go like that.
Ever since the scandal was exposed, Isaac had mustered the courage to find Amelia after two days of sulking, only to find out that she had been working overtime.
He waited for her in front of the dormitory for several hours, and in the end, when he couldn't wait any longer, he decided to find her in the Emergency. As soon as he entered the hallway, he saw her being dragged into the storage room.
Isaac's face turned pale with anger, persisting on calling the police. Amelia directly snatched his phone, explaining to him, "That scoundrel with the surname Huang would never admit it. Calling the police now would only make me lose face and my job with no benefit. What about my dad then?"
Isaac blurted out, "At worst, I would support you and your dad."
Amelia laughed, "With the money you earn from those old women's beds? Sorry, I can't enjoy that."
Her words were merciless, and Isaac's face flushed red with embarrassment. In a flustered tone, he said, "Amelia, I know you're angry. It's all my fault. You can beat me, scold me...as long as you forgive me, I promise I will never look at other women again."
"Let's go outside first." This wasn't the place to talk.
"Alright, as long as you forgive me, I'll do whatever you want." Isaac gently supported her arm, earnestly saying, "You wouldn't answer my calls or reply to my messages. You don't know how scared I was, afraid that you would ignore me forever."
Amelia looked at him with a complex gaze. Isaac was good-looking and had a stable job. He was also attentive to her and her father...Initially, she thought that living a simple life with him might not be too bad.
But when Daniel appeared, everything became an illusion.
She couldn't handle dating two men at once, so even if she hadn't discovered that night's incident, she couldn't continue with him. Now she didn't have to rack her brain for excuses and reasons.
As they exited the hallway, her dormitory was just across the street. Amelia didn't continue walking but stopped face-to-face with Isaac, and directly said, "At this point, there's no use in saying more. I can't forgive the principle issue. Isaac, let's part ways amicably."
Without waiting for his response, she turned around and walked to the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the light. Her phone, which had been in her hand, started vibrating. She hesitated for two seconds before answering the call, looking at the caller ID on the screen.
The man's voice carried displeasure, "Does it take that long to say two words, 'break up'?"
Subconsciously, she looked up and immediately saw the black Bentley across the street. The colorful lights from the barbecue stand illuminated the license plate numbers.
Before she could respond, Isaac came over and knelt down in front of her with a thud, swearing oaths and refusing to break up with her.
Amelia stood rigidly, gripping her phone and unable to speak. She didn't look at the car again, but she knew who was sitting inside.
Earlier, in her panic, she had dialed Daniel's number.