Chapter 18

After a few steps, I noticed that he followed behind me.

“I'm sorry,” he spoke up first.

“Sorry for what?” I asked him with a smile.

“For what my mom did,” he said in a serious tone. “I apologize on her behalf.”

I froze for a moment and decided not to pretend to smile anymore. “I don't accept it.”

“Christina,” he called my name gently, just like before. In high school, when I was being ostracized, he called my name in that tender way, looking at me with compassion. He pitied me, but at that time, I mistakenly thought he liked me. In college, I tried my best to create chance encounters and embarrassed myself many times in front of him, and he still called my name in that way. Perhaps he was just feeling sorry for me. But at that time, I also mistakenly thought he was interested in me. It was just my wishful thinking.

Are you making fun of me, pretending to be gentle while hiding that secret? But back then, even in my dreams, I could sense the indulgence.

Indeed, when it comes to thinking that someone likes you, it is 90% imagination and 10% luck.

Unfortunately, I always have bad luck.

“Timothy, let's draw a line between us from now on,” I said earnestly to him.

He frowned and asked, “Why?”

“Did you break up with me because my mom threatened you?”

“Don't worry, I'll talk to her today and clarify that nothing has changed between us,” he replied.

“That's not the reason.”

“Then what is?”

“I have a boyfriend now.”

“Who?”

He suddenly looked puzzled.

I picked up my phone and made a call, “Can you come pick me up?”

“Sure.”

And so, ten minutes later, that Maybach stopped in front of me.

The look of panic on Timothy's face was indescribable.

But I was not in the mood to appreciate it.

“Who is that guy?” Kevin stared at Timothy through the rearview mirror.

“A classmate.”

“A classmate? His gaze at you is not as simple as that,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “Getting you to contact me once is harder than reaching the sky. So, tell me, what's going on?”

“I want to ask you, where were you on Friday night?”

Although I dislike Lily, I couldn't help but suspect that it was Kevin's doing.

“At a bar, why?”

He looked at me calmly without any change in expression.

“My classmate got into a fight after arguing with me that night and got beaten up by some bad people...” I observed his reaction, trying to find any clues. “Was it you?”

He hugged me and suddenly laughed.

“Do you think I would personally handle someone? Does she even deserve it?”

“You... did you send someone?”

Although I had already anticipated this answer, I still felt shocked.

He was dressed in a suit, looking serious, yet he effortlessly ruined a girl.

Saying that I wasn't scared would be a lie.

“It wasn't me. My people are only responsible for protecting your safety, I don't care about anything else,” he paused. “If it were me, she would have suffered even more.”

I understood.

“The people who have been following me every day, were they sent by you?”

“Yes.”

He admitted it unabashedly.

“They witnessed the whole incident of my sister being beaten up, but not a single person tried to help her?”

“Why should they? Christina, I'm not a philanthropist.”

“She dared to hit you, and being able to survive until now is already a mercy from me.”

The violence in his tone when he said those words sent shivers down my spine.

Later, he dropped me off at home, and on the way, my thoughts were in turmoil, yet I couldn't say anything.

Kevin stood by and watched, and it was true, Lily brought this on herself.

I should have felt a sense of satisfaction after seeing a bad person being punished.

But I didn't.

In the following days, Lily was discharged from the hospital.

She seemed like a completely different person, extremely frightened.

Perhaps it was because she had created too many enemies beforehand, gradually everyone started isolating her, and then her mental state deteriorated.

I saw the shadow of my past bullying on her, and I should be happy, but I can't be happy.

Katie couldn't bear to watch anymore.

“I've been like that before,” I calmly looked at Lily's seat, “I won't help her, but I won't kick her when she's down.”

Let's just be strangers with no intersection.