Chapter 4

The moment I pushed the door open, all movement stopped.

The man looked at me with murderous intent, as if he wanted to silence me too.

But standing here now was the 36-year-old Nora, who had been through all sorts of situations in life.

"Stop now, and I'll pretend I saw nothing," I said coldly.

The man still wanted to move, but I stared straight at him:

"Liam is your son. If he dies, no one will investigate. But if I'm harmed, my father will level this village."

The bloodlust in the man's eyes completely dissipated. He asked hoarsely what I wanted to do.

"He's under my care now," I said, pointing at Liam lying lifelessly on the ground.

The young man seemed to have become a skeleton, as if he had already died just now.

I used a lot of strength to drag him out of the small courtyard.

Throughout, Liam had no reaction at all.

In the moonlight, I looked down at him for a long time, then cleanly and decisively slapped him:

"There's nothing easier in this world than dying. If you really don't want to live, there's a river right there."

I grabbed his collar and continued fiercely:

"Liam, you owe me too much. This life is no longer your own."

Liam suddenly looked up at me. Our eyes met, and finally, there was emotion in his.

Perhaps it would take a long time to fully understand, but at least for now, he wouldn't take his own life.

I turned and left decisively, feeling completely lost.

By chance, I had saved the person I should have hated the most.

The web of fate had woven us two together, getting tighter and tighter, more and more entangled.

After that day, Liam seemed to suddenly change his ways, studying day and night.

Almost every monthly exam, his ranking would jump up several dozen places.

He became even more silent, hiding in corners, as if he didn't exist.

One day I was doing problems late and took a shortcut home, but unexpectedly encountered the group that had surrounded Liam that day.

The leader was very interested in me and insisted on having me drink with him. We reached a stalemate.

It was getting dark, and it started to rain.

Summer clothes were thin and transparent, clinging to the body when wet, inevitably revealing curves. The group laughed lewdly.

During the standoff, unexpectedly, Liam kicked the leader to the ground. He had several people behind him, and it quickly developed into a brawl between two groups.

I stood in the corner watching Liam. He fought viciously, aiming for vital points with every strike, like an untamed beast.

I called the police. When they arrived, Liam was already covered in injuries, but his expression remained defiant.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, got on the police car nonchalantly, and even whistled at me before leaving.

Liam was detained for several days before being released. I heard his stepfather had slapped him hard in public.

When he returned, there was still a visible handprint on his cheek.

Many classmates were whispering about it, but Liam just silently continued to do problems.

From then on, every day when I went home, Liam would quietly follow behind me, leaving only after seeing me safely home.

He didn't say anything, and I pretended not to notice.

After the college entrance exam, Liam followed me and got into the same university.

I wanted to get rid of him, but unexpectedly, he never left.

He was like a shadow behind me, stubbornly following, impossible to shake off or escape.

----------This is the breakpoint----------

The whole university knew that Liam was Nora's number one admirer.