“When the time comes, Alex and I will send you to school together.”
Her voice was warm, reassuring.
But I only stared at her blankly and whispered,
“Sister… can I still study?”
“Yes! Of course, you can!” she answered instantly.
But as soon as the words left her lips, she averted her gaze, unable to meet my eyes.
Because deep down, she knew better than anyone—
It was impossible.
I would never sit in a bright, pristine classroom again.
The sister who once swore to protect me after our father remarried,
The sister who vowed she would never let anyone hurt me,
Had crushed me with her own hands.
Even the sister who had followed me around since childhood had become my executioner.
And then, through the phone’s speaker, the principal’s excited voice rang out:
“Let us all congratulate Leo Lamb for securing the guaranteed admission to graduate school!”
A satisfied smile curled at the corner of my sister’s lips—
but the next second, she threw her phone to the ground.
“This is too much! It’s unfair!”
“You’re the top student—how can the guaranteed admission go to Leo?”
“Bert, don’t worry! I’ll go to the principal right now and demand an explanation for you!”
I watched her put on her little performance, numb and broken inside.
As soon as she stormed off, the nurse pushed open the ward door.
“It’s time for your surgery,” she said.
She hoisted me into a wheelchair. With my pelvis fractured, I had no choice but to rest one leg awkwardly on the armrest.
But the moment we reached the corridor, a massive crowd swarmed in.
Reporters wielding cameras, microphones—
Familiar faces from school among them.
“Jen Sherman, is it appropriate for a college student to engage in group sex, leading to a ruptured lower body?”
“Jen, you’ve always been top of your class. But now, many suspect you earned your grades by selling your body. Do you have anything to say?”
“Jen, the school has officially revoked your postgraduate qualification, citing moral corruption. Any comments?”
Frozen in horror, I barely noticed the school thug sneering beside me.
“If I’d known you were this desperate,” he chuckled, “I would’ve had my turn earlier.”
Then, without warning, he yanked my loose-fitting pants down.
Under the harsh glare of the cameras, my disfigured body was exposed.
I tensed, terrified that the dark brown liquid seeping from my wounds would drip onto the floor.
“Oh my god, the stench! That’s disgusting!”