Chapter 4

Dean Miller was a big, imposing man with a stern look, and all the students were a little scared of him.

He just stood there, and no one dared to make a sound.

In my last life, everyone believed her, but he was the only one who comforted my distraught dad.

His sharp eyes swept over us. “What’s going on? You have less than a month until exams. Do you want to disrupt everyone’s studies?”

“Alex Miller has a guaranteed spot at a top-tier university. What about you? You, on the other hand, only qualified for some basic art program at a lesser-known college. What are you even making a fuss about?”

Tiffany immediately got angry and said indignantly, “Dean, even though I’m an art student, I want to study hard too. Alex got into an Ivy League, but you can’t just cover for him because of that!”

“Covering for him? I don’t cover for anyone. Come on, both of you. To my office, now, and explain everything!”

In the office, Tiffany embellished the story of what happened last night.

“So, you’re saying Alex Miller saw you being assaulted but ignored you. You were upset, so you confronted him at the school gate this morning, and a fight broke out?”

Tiffany nodded.

I said, “First, I didn’t hear any cries for help. Second, even if I did hear them and knew it was you, helping you would be an act of kindness, but not helping you is my right. Now you’re trying to twist the story and guilt-trip me? That’s messed up, isn’t it?”

Thinking of what she did in my past life, I added, “You didn’t catch the real attacker, so you’re trying to blame the victim, aren’t you? Are you planning to say *I* was the one who assaulted you?”

I wanted to cut off her escape route right then and there.

Tiffany’s face turned bright red, and she shrieked, “You scumbag! How could you think that of me? And to think you’re a top student with a guaranteed spot at an Ivy League university! You’re worse than dirt!”

“No matter how angry or upset you get, I can’t testify to something I didn’t see, and I won’t admit to something I didn’t do.”

She was furious and lunged at me, trying to choke me…

Dean Miller barked, “Enough! If you can’t sort this out, then call the police! You two are seriously wasting everyone’s time. What are you thinking, acting like this now?”

Perhaps Dean Miller just said it casually, but Tiffany’s face immediately went pale, and her hands trembled. “If I call the police, my life will be over.”