Part 3After Being Exploited And Mocked For My Project, My Academician Father Had Enough

Chloe, who had been interrupted, was now as angry as a dog with its tail stepped on. “Jessica, don’t bully her!”

Jessica turned, bewildered, “Where’s that barking coming from? Aren’t pets banned in school?”

The flatmate shrugged innocently. “I don’t know, maybe it’s a wild dog that crawled in from some hole.”

Fuming, Chloe marched toward us, but Lily swiftly held her back. Rising from her seat, she took a few steps toward me, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, she was just happy for me, she didn’t mean to offend you.”

I finally lifted my eyelids to look at her, curling my lips into a mocking smile.

“I understand, after all, she hasn’t seen much of the world.”

Lily’s expression darkened a bit, but she maintained her smile.

“They’ve booked a restaurant tonight to celebrate; if you’re free, you should join us. The more, the merrier!”

“Sorry.” I looked away, brushing past Lily. My tone was nonchalant. “I’m not interested in dining with those who thrive on the misfortunes of others.”

Lily’s smile vanished in an instant, her hands clenching at her sides.

I didn’t look back at her.

The scholarship incident continued to spiral, with everyone chattering about it.

Some felt Lily didn’t deserve the award, claiming it was obtained through dubious means.

Others believed I was too arrogant, dreaming big without the capability to back it up.

For the first few days, the outrage against Lily was dominant; after all, people were capable of reasoning. But by the third day, the tide turned, and many began to shift their criticism onto me, spewing insults—it was clear there was more to this situation.

On Friday, my tutor summoned me again.

He opened his mouth, and there was nothing good to hear. “From now on, let Lily handle the project; you’ll be there to assist.”

I was incredulous. It was one thing to steal my scholarship; now they wanted to take my project outcomes as well?

“That’s not happening.”

The tutor froze, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“I said it’s not happening.” I met his gaze, “Is there a word in that sentence you don’t understand?”

“Sophie Carter!”

“My work will not be given to her. If she lacks the ability, she shouldn’t come looking for me!”

“You think I’m asking for your opinion? I’m just informing you!”

“Fine.” I scoffed, “Then I’m out. If she’s involved, I’m not.”

“You’re threatening me? You dare to threaten me?!” The tutor’s face turned pale with rage, his eyes bulging. “Sophie Carter, I thought you learned your lesson from last time, but it seems not. Do you think your threats will matter? I’m just informing you, not asking for your opinion!”

His face was turning red, and he sneered, “You think the world is fair? Let me tell you, when you step into society, you’ll see this kind of unspoken rule everywhere!”

I laughed coldly. “You’ve been involved in quite a few, haven’t you?”

The tutor’s posture stiffened, and he retorted, “What nonsense are you spouting? I’m only here to relay orders from above!”

I smirked, looking at him with unabashed contempt, speaking slowly and clearly. “Those who do evil will inevitably suffer.”