She's the Campus Prince novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 The Accompany

“Is your friend in a hurry?” Bradley asked.

Cameron nodded. “Very much so.” She wanted it handled as quickly as possible.

Bradley looked at her closely, something sharp flashing in his eyes. “Cameron, this friend you’re talking about? Is it actually you?”

Cameron froze.

“I’m sorry,” Bradley added gently. “That was pretty blunt of me.”

Cameron let out a quiet sigh. Now that it was out, there was no point in pretending anymore. Surprisingly, it did not feel as humiliating as she had imagined.

She gave a small nod. “Yeah. It’s me.”

The moment she admitted it, Bradley’s chest tightened unexpectedly. ‘Severing ties with her parents? But she just turned eighteen. What kind of life has she lived to bring her to this point?‘ he thought.

Bradley came from a close–knit, loving family. It was hard for him to picture the kind of pain Cameron must have endured.

“I’ll help you,” he said softly.

“Wait here,” he added, rising to his feet. “I’ll start drafting the paperwork.”

“Brad, you’re going to be late for class,” Cameron said.

“It’s fine,” Bradley replied. “I took the afternoon off.”

Cameron blinked in surprise. ‘Did he actually take time off just because of me?‘ she wondered.

Bradley worked quickly. Not long after, he returned with the freshly printed documents, stamped with the law firm’s official seal. He handed them to Cameron.

She scanned the text rapidly. This was exactly what she needed.

Technically, she could have written it herself, but without the law firm’s stamp, it would not hold any weight. That was why she had come here.

“Come on,” Bradley said as they walked toward the parking lot.

Holding the documents in hand, Cameron turned to him. “Thank you, Brad.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said lightly. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

He pulled open the passenger–side door. “Hop in.”

Cameron hesitated. “It’s okay. You should head back to school. I can take a cab.”

“I’m driving you,” Bradley said.

She stared at him, a bit caught off guard.

Bradley’s eyes fell to the obsidian earring glinting on her earlobe. “Cameron, we’re friends now. You shouldn’t have to face something like this on your own,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I’m going with you.”

Cameron was genuinely moved.

It felt like every time she reached her breaking point, Bradley was there, offering help without a second thought.

“Let’s go,” Bradley said as he reached out and ruffled her short hair before gently guiding her into the seat.

He climbed in behind the wheel. “Where do you live?”

She gave him the address. Bradley pulled it up on GPS. The Wallace Villa was a little over thirty minutes from the law office. They arrived at the Wallace residence just past three in the afternoon.

The place was lively. In the living room sat Martin, Heidi, and Milena.