Chapter 3
The situation was finally resolved when a well–dressed woman stepped
- in.
She stormed in, demanding to know why, after so many donated
buildings, the security was still so bad that a violent thug could get into the school building.
She demanded to know why the security guards just stood by, watching, without doing anything..
As for the injured…
“Injured?”
She scoffed.
“That’s a thug! A criminal! My son was acting in self–defense! Don’t think I don’t know–before this, he hurt another female student!”
Finally, she turned to me.
With a light tone, she said, “I can help you with your gambling- addicted father.”
The only condition was simple–stay close to Calvin, attend the same university, and enroll in the same major.
The reason was simple.
A genius’s mind was different from that of an ordinary person.
Since childhood, Calvin had never had the emotions that others did. He didn’t understand why someone would cry over a few harsh words.
He couldn’t grasp why anyone would waste time on soap operas.
Even when his grandmother passed away, he simply attended the funeral in a daze, and then quickly returned to solving the latest complex math problems.
Not a single tear was shed.
He had no emotions.
“But today, he stood up for you. That’s an exception.”
Mia Scott spoke with a hint of sentiment.
All mothers loved their sons.
She didn’t want her son to become disconnected from society.
So, she believed, I was the best choice.
I agreed.
Mia was grateful to me.
“Four years. Just four years. After that, if you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”
Four years were enough for her to get her business in order abroad. By then, she would have plenty of time to think about her son’s education.
Now, four years had passed.
I was used to Calvin’s indifference and sharp tongue.
I had tried to tolerate and compromise, hoping to truly stand out in his
eyes.
But now, here I was, sitting in a room filled only with the sound of keyboard clicks.
And suddenly, I thought of the senior I met today.
At the club meeting, she recognized me right away and said, “You’re Calvin’s girlfriend, right?
“Hi. I’m Alice Smith, sort of… Calvin’s ex.‘
Why “sort of“?
Because their relationship lasted only three days.
“I dumped him,” Alice said with a relaxed smile. “To be honest, I really admire how you’ve put up with him for so long. I mean, he’s not normal.”
He didn’t have the emotions a normal person should.
He was always lost in his own world.
He would never realize how harsh his words were when he talked about his girlfriend in front of his ex.
The chat logs were from Alice.
It wasn’t an attempt to create drama; as a normal person, she simply thought I should see it for myself.
She said, “You’ve stuck with him for four years, aren’t you tired?
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“He doesn’t respect you at all.”
My mind was a mess, and I absentmindedly shook my head.
I even forgot to thank someone who helped me after I nearly fell.
I stumbled on my way to confront him.
Now, as I listened to the endless clicking of the keyboard and felt the weight of four years of neglect, I suddenly felt exhausted.
“Let’s break up…”
The words slipped out almost unconsciously.
And then, the clicking of the keyboard stopped.
The person who had been engrossed in his work looked up expressionlessly and asked, “What did you say?”
Those words had been bouncing around in my head for a while. I knew he was offering me a chance to take them back, but after a brief silence, I spoke up anyway.
