Ryan and his friend.
There was silent for a few minutes, as if he was not surprised.
A thought crossed my mind.
He knows everything.
Did I make a mistake by coming here?
Am I creating a problem for myself?
Then he asked, “Why would I trust you?
Do you have any proof?” I replied firmly, “Yes, sir.
I have proof.
I have a video.” He immediately asked me to show it.
I handed over my phone and played the video for him.
After watching it, he leaned back slightly.
“Well… I must say, you’re very brave to come here and present this.” But do you know that this can cause problems for you?
Their attention will turn to you.
“They might bully you.” Are you sure you want this?
“Listening to him, I started getting even more nervous than I already was.” “But then his face, with that arrogant smile, came to my mind.
I really wanted him to face the consequences of his actions.” “I know, sir,” I said.
“As he listened to me, a small smile formed on his lips, as though my answer was exactly what he had wanted to hear.” “Don’t worry.
I was just testing you.
I won’t let them do anything bad to you.” “But, you really are a brave girl.””What is your name?” he asked.
“Sophia… Sophia Parker,” I said softly.
He then called someone and asked them to bring Ryan to the office.
A few minutes later, Ryan entered the Chancellor’s office.
The atmosphere changed as soon as he entered the office.
He had an irritated expression on his face.
“Why did you call me?” he asked.
The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression changed.
His gaze hardened instantly—he looked furious, as if he never expected me to be here complaining against him.
This was something he clearly hadn’t expected.
Then his eyes shifted toward the Chancellor.
“I told you to stop bullying people.
I warned you before—if I receive any more complaints about you, you will be suspended.
But here you are… you still didn’t stop.” “You are trusting her over me?” Ryan said, clearly irritated.
“I’m not trusting her over you,” the Chancellor replied calmly.
“She showed me a video where you were clearly bullying a student.” “I wasn’t bullying,” he said quickly, trying to defend himself, though his tone didn’t sound convincing.
The Chancellor’s expression turned firm.
“Oh please.
As I told you earlier, you will be suspended.
So you are suspended for one week—and all your friends are suspended for one week as well.” “Only one week?” I thought.
But of course, he is his father.
How harsh was I expecting him to be?
“Now you can go,” the Chancellor said, looking towards Ryan.
He gave me one last glare before leaving.
Then he turned toward me, his eyes softening.
“I am proud of you, dear.” I gave him a smile.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
“You can go too.” I nodded and then left the office.
But as soon as I came out of the office, I felt a tight grip on my hand and someone started pulling me.
My eyes then shifted to his face.
It was Ryan.
He pushed the door of an empty class and then went inside, pulling me with him.
“How dare you?” he said, facing me.
“How dare I?
How dare you?” I said, pointing toward the hand that was holding mine.
A smirk appeared on his face.
“You really are bold,” he said.
“His hand then moved toward my face, brushing my hair aside.” “You really don’t know how much I am capable of.” My throat started getting dry.
No words were coming out.
Then I remembered my mother’s words: “The more you are afraid, the more they will try to scare you.” “No, I cannot be scared.” I took a deep breath and then looked directly into his eyes.
“I am not scared of you,” I said.
He stared at me.
“I know you are not.
But soon you will be,” he said.
His eyes were so dark.
Then he left.