Professor F novel Chapter 43

August’s starting to get curious of what they're talking about. "I'm sorry I caused him this—"

Stella clenches her fist and in a second, she saw her hand landing a sound slap on Phoebe's right cheek.

The other woman touches her swollen cheek and looked at Stella before she noticed her as she stepped out from her hiding place. Stella then followed Phoebe's gaze and saw her.

"You should leave, Phoebe. We don't need you here. It's too late acting like a concerned girlfriend after you left him. We all know you're only doing this now because you've learned he's a prince." Stella said coldly.

Phoebe left Stella and walked passed her. She was about to follow her when Stella stopped her. "Don't go after her. She's the worst. How dare she shows up here when she was the reason why Flynn is like this?!" She stepped inside Flynn's room.

August followed her. "I'm sorry if I listened to your conversation. But I gotta ask—what kind of accident did Flynn had?"

Stella looked surprised she didn't know and then sighed, as if realizing Flynn may have not said something to her. "Flynn probably didn't tell you yet because he's not completely recovered from it, emotionally. His injuries healed in two months and he was back to work after." She looked at his brother. "He had a car accident after Phoebe left him for another guy. It must be hard for him to talk about it. And I know, it's also hard for him to keep it from you. But please understand him, August. Give him time." Stella holds her arm gently.

She was quiet and she started to connect the dots. Is it the reason why Flynn rarely drives a car? It was only one time when they headed to the airport for New York.

She looked at Flynn. He's really full of mystery. He's mostly quiet and reserved. He doesn't have so many people around him in campus. And only have his close friends from London that I could count with my fingers. He's been through a lot since he was young—learning parts of it from Father Philips. This is the first time I've witnessed him being this sick and weak. And it was after earlier—there must be something that triggered it.

"Did something happen earlier today, August?" Stella asked when she was quietly looking at Flynn.

"Good evening." Father Philips knocks on the door and greeted them. "Oh you're already here, Stella! Hi, August! I was the one who called her. How's Flynn?" Father Philips explained as he enters the room.

"I was in town for a charity event and to visit a patient. Thank God I'm here and thank you for calling me Father." Stella said before facing her. "Let me have your phone."

"W—Why?" She asked but still gave the phone to her.

"Remember to call me as well when this happens. I can always book a jet to come here."