I took a deep breath and looked straight at her. “He didn’t even say sorry. Is that what you call an apology? I want him to shave his head and write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism and read aloud in public.”
“What?!” Logan instantly put on a wronged expression. “Y-you… you’re bullying me! Shaving my head and confessing in public? How am I supposed to face people after that?”
As he spoke, he shot Abigail a pleading look.
I looked at her, too, with a complicated gaze.
First, I wanted to see what choice she would make.
Second, this was the very last chance left in our agreement.
Abigail frowned at me, her tone full of reproach. “Harrison, you’re putting me in a difficult position, and you’re suppressing a newcomer. Do you understand that? You used to say we should give newcomers more chances, not cut them down outright. So, why the sudden change? Besides, you’re Logan’s sponsor. You promised to help him become better!”
Those few sentences left me stunned, unable to respond for a moment.
Because she was right. I had said those things.
That was why I had paid all the college expenses for ten students, including Logan, and even helped them find jobs.
The other nine had settled into stable careers.
Only Logan was still drifting, miserable all day. He cried and begged me, asking to work at the hospital.
Witnessing that stirred Abigail’s sympathy.
In the end, I agreed.
When he later mixed up drug categories during procurement and caused a major loss, I didn’t even ask him to compensate.
So, why did I change my mind?
Harrison's POV
Because little by little, he crossed the line.
Instead of trying to improve himself, he spent all his energy clinging to Abigail, hoping to ride on her coattails. To make her laugh, he didn’t hesitate to humiliate me.
Eventually, it escalated into open provocation.
He slipped a cockroach into my lunchbox. He swapped the warm water in my cup for boiling water, nearly a hundred degrees.
And every time, it ended with the same excuse that it was just a prank.
I lost my temper more than once.
But Abigail only said, “That’s what young people are like, full of energy, lively, even cute.”
Even this time, I still foolishly held onto a sliver of hope that the ending would be different.
But how stupid and laughable I was to even dream of that.
“Dr. Mason, the surgery is about to begin.” A nurse’s voice cut through the tense silence.