John Dave passed through me and didn't say a word about what happened between me and Sebastian. Jennie must not know about it. But he looked me in the eye as soon as he settled in his desk. It was the kind of stare that told me he was bothered and irritated toward me for doing nothing earlier. "Do you think I can make it before class? I mean, I must not skip class today because we have exams." I replied before grabbing my backpack and tailed her to the nearest elevator. "Don't worry, I have seen the program already, Mr. Fisher." Jennie attempted to grab my backpack but I refused. "Right after the ribbon cutting, you're free to go." "That's good to hear, Ms. Pineda." I humbly said back. "Thank you for all the things you have done for me since I got back to my family." "Don't mention it. I was simply doing my job. Needless to say, you have done more for me, and I haven't thanked you for that. Thank you." Jennie extended her response with a humble smile. Jennie

"So sorry, professor," Julian replied. "I'm getting back to my seat now. Please, proceed with the exam." As soon as Julian got back to his seat, I leaned closer to Augustin since he was seated in front of me. "Dude, are you alright?" I whispered to him after seeing him having a hard time breathing. He got choked for defending me. If something bad happens to him, I will be the one to blame for doing nothing. "I'm fine, dude." Augustine lied. "Worry about yourself because you heard Julian. He vowed not to stop until you get expelled from the class." "Alright. It appears to me that everyone was already in good shape after the poisoning incident." Our professor announced. "So, there's no reason for me to cancel the quarterly examination, is it?" In the middle of our examination, I was having a hard time controlling my anger toward everyone, and even to myself for being such a loser. I couldn't do anything about the poisoning incident. Nether to Augustine after Julian lashed it out on

"All rise!" Someone from the front yelled the second the judges stepped foot into the courtroom, which resulted in the background chattering to stop in a matter of seconds. My heartbeats began to race the second we got down. It wasn't my first time to be part of a trial court, but I couldn't help the feeling of uneasiness. Hearing the gavel being smashed on the table started suffocating me, knowing my little and innocent son was what the trial session was about. A part of me wanted to quit before anyone got hurt. What if the judges will take Celestine's side instead of me? What if they bribed the judges behind our backs that no matter how valid and expert my attorney in presenting our evidence was, the trial was already cooked? Those were some of the bothering questions that kept running wild inside my brain at the moment. In the solemn atmosphere of the courtroom, the tension began to break as the custody battle over my son was debated. I sat on one side of the r

"That's not true, Mr. Fisher! Please, listen to me. I am the dean of this school. I kept peace and order in our school for the past twenty years. He was certainly manipulating that evidence because Mr. Llamas and I had an argument the other day. He must be expelled from this school!" The dean exclaimed as he attempted to snatch the flash drive from me. Good thing, Mr. Roland and two of Dad's security guards immediately came to the rescue and pinned the dean to the floor. "Let go of me! Don't you know who I am? I am the dean of this school. You can't do this to me!" he exclaimed despite having a hard time breathing. Some of the students attempted to slide to the exit, but two other security guards blocked them from escaping. The heavy tension that hung in the air swallowed the room whole. Everyone panicked as they did not expect this to happen. Neither do I. "So, to end this dilemma, I would like to ask Mr. Llamas his verdict on the students who ruined his life." Dad a

Mom was taken aback when Dad removed her grip from him. "No," he firmly replied, his stares toward turned deadly. "I'm not going home unless this bastard could hear my words. Know your place, Zachary. Be grateful you were using what our family had, deny it or not. Don't you dear cause more trouble in school not that I owned it. I would never spend another thirteen million dollars on your mess. Do you understand?" After letting out those words, Dad evacuated the condo and never returned, leaving me and Mom standing across from each other. "What are you still looking at, Mom?" I asked, "Aren't you supposed to be following him like you always do as one of his minions?" "What happened to you, Zachary?" Mom asked before she wiped off the tears that fell from her eyes. "You've changed a lot, son. I don't know if you are still my son or not anymore. Your Dad was just concerned about you, and you didn't even acknowledge it." I was about to defend myself from what I believed wa