"I’m doing this to retain talent for Heavenly Path University. This student has a clean background and, despite so involvent with the Rodriguez and Yoder families, she doesn’t have any strong ties with them," Professor Frans asserted.
"If you put it that way, how can I refuse? She is the only one student who can let you co forward in person in so many years, not even Michael Wang have this privilege," Laurencia Kirilova replied.
It wasn’t that he genuinely wanted to refuse him; But, if Amalia were taken back by the Yoder family, he might regret it.
Before leaving, Professor Frans brought up another matter, "Regarding her choice to take a major in weaponry departent and take artifact refining as an elective. Please, look into that as well."
"Understood," Laurencia Kirilova sighed, half amused and half exasperated.
Even without him saying it, he would have investigated.
Professor Frans opened the door, and Herina Lazaro appeared behind it, with an unusually serious and earnest expression.
"Dean, Professor, sorry to interrupt your conversation, but there’s sothing that probably needs your imdiate attention."
As if worried they wouldn’t take it seriously, she added, "It’s about Amalia Vanquez."
...
Weaponry Departent, class 9.
"Amalia, an Instructor is looking for you," said Dougles Valentina when he entered the room, his voice resonating like drums, which could make even the student in the neighboring class heard his voice.
Amalia is now a celebrity; and anything related to her could attracts people attention and interest.
Sure enough, the students from class 8 imdiately poked their heads out, eager for gossip.
Amalia stepped out from the classroom.
The Instructor who looking for her was quite young.
He scanning at him from top to bottom, and said: "You must be Amalia. Co with to the administration building."
Amalia didn’t ask questions, she just nodded her head and followed the young Instructor, leaving the student behind with disappointed expressions.
The young Instructor initially thought Amalia refrained from asking because she didn’t want others people to hear about it, and he felt a little bit odd in his heart
However, as they walked to the administration building, she still had no intention of asking, and still looked very calm.
Only then he realize that he had misunderstood; this student might be different from what the other students have said.
"Classmate Amalia, after you enter the room, no matter what the dean asks, you must answer it honestly. It would be for your own good," the young Instructor couldn’t help but giving her an advise.
Amalia was briefly surprised but she still nodded, "Thank you for the reminder, Instructor."
Only then did the young Instructor knock on the dean’s office door, and hearing the dean’s voice that allowing them to enter.
Amalia pushed the door open.
The office was modestly decorated, allowing her to give a quick assessnt of who was present: Dean Kirilova, Professor Frans, an unfamiliar middle-aged man, and the Rodriguez siblings.
Grace Rodriguez shrank in the corner, her head hanging low, and emitting a gloomy atmosphere.
She seed unaware, she continuously picking at her nails, and blood streaks visible, as if she hadn’t noticed.
Alex Rodriguez stood beside her, his face filled with anger.
Upon seeing Amalia enter, his gaze was full of hatred and hostility, as if he could devour him.
"Amalia, you still have the face to co here. Are you still a human? How could you do such a thing? I truly hate it. My father shouldn’t have let a little bitch like you to our house back then!" Alex Rodriguez, in a fit of anger, spoke before Dean Kirilova could.
Dean Kirilova hadn’t spoken yet, but Alex Rodriguez already portrayed himself as soone who having a deep-seated enmity with Amalia, while gritting his teeth.
Amalia glanced at him indifferently, and walking in front of Dean Kirilova. "Dean, Professor Frans."
"You’ve arrived. There’s sothing I’d like to verify with you," Dean Kirilova said with a smiling expression, she’s not appearing authoritative but more like a friendly elder.
"Dean Kirilova, this matter probably isn’t as simple as just verification," the middle-aged man who had exuded a threatening aura towards Amalia spoke suddenly.
Professor Frans sneered, "Does that an you have evidence?"
The middle-aged man’s expression darkened slightly, "Grace has spoken. Isn’t that evidence enough?"
"Her?" Professor Frans glanced at Grace Rodriguez, who seed to tremble slightly. "Just because she says soone assaulted her, does it an that person definitely did it? Especially she said it was all planed by Amalia. Why bother with the law if we can rely on one person’s word?"
Amalia had a premonition as she entered the room; and the Rodriguez siblings were planning sothing against her.
Unexpectedly, they resorted to falsely accusing her, so she gave a aningful look at the siblings.
"Professor Frans, I understand you’ve always been outspoken, but when you facing a young victim and a student of Heavenly Path University, I hope you can show so restraint," the middle-aged man displeasingly remarked.
He knew Professor Frans’s high status at Heavenly Path University University, but he was, after all, from the Rodriguez’s main family.
"That depends on whether she deserves it. A person full of lies, expecting to show restraint? What qualifications does she have?" Professor Frans’s deeply hostile side was unequivocally exposed at this mont.
Grace Rodriguez’s body trembled even more violently, and emitting a mournful cry.
"Franscisco Cullen, you’re going too far!" The middle-aged man angrily shouted.
"Both of you calm down. We’re here to resolve the matter today, not to argue. Perhaps we should first hear what the younger generation has to say," Laurencia Kirilova slowly stood up, attempting to diate.
However, her attempt at diation seed sowhat untily.
The middle-aged man is well aware of Laurencia Kirilova’s bias towards Professor Frans, but he can not do anything about it, so he could only snort coldly.
His tone towards the siblings involuntarily carried a hint of anger.
"Grace Rodriguez, Alex Rodriguez, both of you, please repeat what you just told to Dean Kirilova."
"Uncle Rodriguez, let the one who speak. Grace needs to calm down," Alex Rodriguez took the initiative.
He looked at Amalia with eyes still filled with resentnt.
Slowly and deliberately, he recounted the groundless accusations piled on Amalia.
Essentially, it was as Amalia suspected.
However, they refrained themself from ntioning about the ti when they are still in big apple city.
It’s probably because it was too distant, and they couldn’t explain why they waited until now to speak up.
Amalia lacking status in the Rodriguez’s branch family, and always facing oppression from the Rodrigiez siblings.
After arriving at Heavenly Path University she found herself a target once again.
Grace Rodriguez’s virginity had long been lost since long ti, and she wasn’t afraid of a school investigation.
Alex Rodriguez seed equally unafraid; the siblings had coordinated their statents in advance.
"Amalia, how could you do this? Grace is your cousin!" Alex Rodriguez wore an expression as if seeking vengeance.
"Amalia, do you have anything to say?" The middle-aged man stared coldly at Amalia, exuding a subtle sense of intimidation.
In Amalia’s eyes glead a cold light.
She glanced at Grace Rodriguez and calmly said, "And where the guy you’ve said that i was hired to assault you?"
Her voice remained calm, devoid of the urgency one might expect from soone who falsely accused, but everyone present could sense her sarcasm.
Grace Rodriguez’s nails broke directly, and it looked bloodied.
She lifted her head with teary eyes, "Dean, Professor Frans, Uncle Rodriguez, I don’t want to live anymore. She did those things bit refuses to admit it, and deceiving everyone!"
"Don’t worry, your uncle will definitely seek justice for you. If she can’t produce evidence, her sophistry won’t help!" The middle-aged man’s voice was icy.
Amalia chuckled, "Why do those who slander not provide evidence? Instead, they demand that the accused, , prove my innocence. Does this an that in the future, one can fra soone by casually accusing them, and if they can’t produce evidence, they’re not considered innocent?"
"May I say, sir, that you stole my artifact? Can you please provide the evidence to prove that you doesn’t stole my artifact?"
A satisfied smile appearing on Professor Frans’s face nearby.
"Nonsense! Complete nonsense!" The middle-aged man thundered.
The pressure emanating from him directly targeted Amalia but it was intercepted midway.
He imdiately redirected his accusatory tone towards Professor Frans, "Franscisco Cullen, what do you an by this?"
"I should be the one who asking you, what are you up to? Bullying the weak with your strength? Or did I hit the nail on the head, and you’re offended?" Professor Frans sneered.
The middle-aged man didn’t engage in further verbal sparring with him.
Instead, he turned his head to Dean Kirilova, who seed to be in communication with soone through a communicator, and said: "Dean Kirilova, how should we handle this matter? Since Amalia can’t produce evidence, shouldn’t the school provide an explanation to the Rodriguez family?"
Dean Kirilova slowly put away the communicator, "What classmate Amalia has said makes sense. Neither side can produce evidence, relying solely on words makes it difficult to determine right from wrong."
"Dean Kirilova, you can’t be biased towards Amalia just because he recently beca the top student..." Alex Rodriguez, anxious, interrupted, "You want evidence, right? The school’s surveillance is evidence, it’s proving that only Amalia who make frequented et with the assaulter."
Of course, he intentionally chose that timing to make Amalia’s defense less plausible.
Despite the additional evidence, the middle-aged man’s face remained grim.
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