"She saved my life." Emma Clarke said lightly.

Seeing the confused faces of her companions, she didn't explain and waved her hand.

"Let's go, report back to that guy."

-

Aurelia Shaw got off the stage and met Hadriel Wilson.

She was invited into the principal's office.

Aurelia Shaw sat gracefully on the sofa, her cool gaze surveying the room.

Hadriel Wilson came over with two glasses of water.

His expression behind the glasses was unclear as he handed her a glass.

Aurelia Shaw looked down at the glass in her hand, her fingers rubbed the rim, without hastening to drink, she asked Hadriel Wilson, "Mr. Wilson, you called me here and said there was something important to tell me, what is it?"

Hadriel Wilson glanced at her glass.

He adjusted his glasses, just enough to block the cold light in his eyes, and pursed his lips.

"That matter, I've always wanted to apologize to you. After I woke up that day, I suddenly had an epiphany. I wronged you back then, as a teacher, I did such things to you, I don't deserve to be a teacher. Can you forgive me?"

Aurelia Shaw didn't speak, she just looked at him calmly, her lips curled into a hint of a smile, "What I did to you that day, you don't hate me? Being raped by a group of men is a humiliation for a man, isn't it?"

Hadriel Wilson's face twitched hard.

He managed to conceal it well, lifted his head, and looked at Aurelia Shaw with a guilty gaze.

"This is my retribution, if doing this can make you forgive me, I will accept this outcome."

Inside, Aurelia Shaw sneered, outwardly she still seemed calm and composed, her beautiful fingers rubbed along the cup's rim, yet she didn't rush to drink.

Hadriel Wilson watched as sweat started to bead on his forehead.

"Aurelia... Aurelia, should water not taste good when cold?"

Hadriel Wilson looked at Aurelia Shaw as she raised her eyelids to look at him, his heart skipped a beat; his throat felt dry and he couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.

"Wha- what's wrong?" he asked, even though his heart pounded wildly, his face remained as serene as a teacher's. This facade had become ingrained in Hadriel Wilson, no need for a disguise, it had become his habit.

Aurelia Shaw suppressed the nausea in her stomach, her brows lightly furrowed, "The room is a bit stuffy, could you open the window?"

"Okay."

Hadriel Wilson stood up, and as he turned around, he saw Aurelia Shaw bring the glass to her lips, his mouth curled up in a slight cold smile. Upon returning, he saw Aurelia Shaw's glass was empty, the eyes behind his glasses glinted with a dark chill.

"Aurelia, regarding that incident, can you forgive your teacher?" Hadriel Wilson spoke again, his tone had changed.

Aurelia Shaw looked down, fiddling with her phone, she chuckled softly at his words, "I'll have to think about it, I tend to hold grudges, those who hurt me, I won't rest until I've taken a piece of their flesh."

Who would openly declare their tendency to hold grudges?

Hadriel Wilson watched the subtle smile on Aurelia Shaw's face, feeling an ominous chill, surely the events of that day had left him with psychological shadows.

He softened his voice, gaze fixed on her, and enticingly asked, "What would make you willing to forgive your teacher? As long as it's something your teacher can do, he certainly will."

"Hmm..."

Aurelia Shaw seriously contemplated, her alluring eyes half-narrowed, making Hadriel Wilson's throat tighten as he picked up the glass from the table and gulped down its contents.

"Haven't thought of anything yet?"

Putting down the glass, he noticed Aurelia Shaw watching him, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness, he suddenly stood and moved towards her.