Chapter 47
Sarah collected herself before heading out.
At the doorway, she ran into an agitated Mia rushing towards her.
“Sarah!” Mia’s pretty face was flushed with anger. “Did you see the forum? I bet Lucy’s behind this again!”
She couldn’t think of anyone else who’d target Sarah like this.
Sarah smiled softly.
This girl had really grown on her.
She patted Mia’s back reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I can handle this. You should get to class.”
Mia was clearly still concerned but, seeing Sarah’s confidence and knowing she had an important lecture, reluctantly agreed.
“Okay, but promise you’ll tell me right away if anything happens.”
Sarah waved her phone in response, gesturing for Mia to go.
Mia kept looking back anxiously as she left.
Sarah sighed fondly.
Though Zachary had asked her to help with Mia’s psychological issues, it felt more like Mia was the one healing her. 1
The Dean’s building wasn’t far from the Psychology Department. Sarah reached the office in under five minutes.
“Knock, knock.”
The Dean’s deep voice responded promptly: “Come in.”
Sarah opened the door to find the school administration gathered inside, including Professor Wells. Mrs. Chancer sat at the
Dean’s left, greeting Sarah’s entrance with a disdainful sniff and dramatic eye roll.
Sarah’s brow twitched slightly as she entered.
Though called a meeting, with Mrs. Chancer present, it felt more like an inquisition. Despite several empty spots at the
conference table, there wasn’t a single spare chair. Sarah had to stand.
The Dean glanced at Mrs. Chancer before addressing Sarah: “Miss Sanders, you probably know why you’re here. Mrs. Chancer has
come seeking an explanation.”
Sarah surveyed the room before fixing her gaze on Mrs. Chancer.
Her look carried such cold mockery that Mrs. Chancer, who had never seen this side of Sarah, felt unexpectedly unnerved.
The old Sarah, though reserved, had always been docile towards her. She’d never been fixed with such a stare.
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This just proved what a horrible woman she was, showing her true colors right after divorcing her son. What a despicable
creature!
Her face twisted with spíte: “What are you looking at? You slutty adulteress, how dare you glare at me?”
The crude language made the educated audience wince uncomfortably.
Though Sarah had only recently returned to Adams, many faculty remembered her as a student and cast sympathetic glances her
way.
Everyone knew the photo proved nothing, yet felt powerless against the Chancers‘ influence.
Sarah regarded Mrs. Chancer coldly: “Mrs. Chancer, mind your language. This isn’t your house – maintaining some dignity would
benefit the Chancer name.”
Mrs. Chancer’s face twitched, hardly believing these words came from her formerly obedient daughter–in–law.
