The stark contrast between "Miss Thorne" and "Willow" completely clarified the boundaries of their relationships.
After delivering that verbal blow, he paused for a second before adding another. "Additionally, I am not your teacher. Do not address me as such in the future, to avoid any unsavory misunderstandings."
His meaning couldn't have been more transparent—he had absolutely zero intention of guiding Tessa through any of her medical queries, decisively severing any potential ties between them.
The comments in the livestream exploded with even more intensity: [This is hilarious! Tessa was literally dancing around like she owned the place, and it turns out Mr. Yale never even invited her?!]
[Does Tessa have some sick fetish for stealing other people's lives? First, she tries to steal a wedding, and now she's trying to leech off the connections of Willow's late parents? How can one person be this repulsive?]
Tessa had no desire to read those comments, yet the vicious words kept drilling into her brain, shattering what little self-esteem she had left.
Her lips pulled into a tight, strained line. Lucian swept a glance over her, his tone dripping with apathy. "If I were you, I'd shut that livestream off right now and save yourself from any further humiliation."
Lucian naturally didn't say that out of consideration for Tessa. He knew they were about to forcibly search her for the silver keepsake locket. Lucian couldn't care less about his own reputation, but he cared deeply about Willow's.
Willow had suffered a lifetime of endless grievances. Now that he was by her side, there was no way he would let her endure even an ounce more.
Lucian refused to let even a single whisper of idle gossip tarnish Willow's name.
Tessa gritted her teeth so hard they nearly cracked. She absolutely refused to surrender the golden opportunity she had fought so hard to create.
Yet, crumbling under Lucian's frigid glare, Tessa realized that if she didn't shut down the stream, the one who would regret it most was undoubtedly herself!
And so, regardless of her immense reluctance, Tessa had no choice but to bite the bullet and sever the connection amidst a torrential flood of curses.
Once the screen went dark, her eyes rimmed red with pure, seething fury.
Willow had just been incredibly aggressive, intentionally making the entire situation unbearable. By all logic, Mr. Yale should have been utterly repulsed by her. So how on earth, in less than a single hour, had Mr. Yale's allegiance completely shifted to Willow's side?
What gave her the right?


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