59: Fifty-nine.

The Weeping Angel.

59: Fifty-nine.

The Weeping Angel.

“Why don’t you go find the professors and adults,”

Anna sniffed, wiping away the tears that never formed at the corner of her eyes with her sleeve.

But she was truly very sad.

“Because it’s useless,”

Lu Li answered for Mishelia.

Coming from a more modern world, he understood better than those here the class and generational divides between students and teachers.

His head hung slightly, a pair of eyes hidden in the shadow beneath his black hair and eyelashes, betraying no thoughts.

“Her pleas perished amidst verbal condemnations and written attacks,”

Mishelia whispered softly.

A restless, ice-cold aura emanated from her body.

Above her head, a halo formed of pure darkness was silently coming into existence.

She was transforming into a vengeful spirit.

It might have been a good idea to stop the young girl at this time, but Lu Li did not do so.

He always sat in the boss chair, listening quietly.

Mishelia was unaware of how malicious people’s hearts could be, and those students who spread rumors did not realize how revolting they were.

History had informed people countless times: even absurd and unrestrained lies would become somewhat credible after extensive circulation.

Some adults from outside the Ivory Tower began to contact Mishelia, inviting her to pubs, dances, or just to go out.

Of course, Mishelia rejected all of them.

But this did not allow her to avoid controversies.

On the contrary, the spurned, resentful individuals spread even more exaggerated rumors.

For instance, it was rumored that Mishelia had imitated Baron Joseph, the most famous entertainer in Belfast, by inviting a dozen male dancers to her home and partying till dawn.

It wasn’t that no one spoke up for Mishelia.

A few students expressed sympathy for her, one of whom showed meticulous care for her.

At that time, feeling opposed by the whole world, Mishelia grasped this lifeline.

“His name was Adam, an apprentice from the coach service near the academy.

So when Adam showed his fondness for Mishelia, she accepted,”

The black halo above the girl’s head was becoming more solid.

Any being observing it would be infected by the thick darkness, symbolizing emotion, becoming pessimistic, sullen, and despairing.

It seemed as if it could stir the vilest filth deep within a person’s heart.

“A slightly atypical example of the suspension bridge effect,” said Lu Li at that moment.

When a person walks over a suspension bridge, their heart rate accelerated.

Should they meet someone of the opposite sex during this time, they would unconsciously attribute the quickening of their heart to that person.

Mishelia dared not let her parents know, whether humiliated by rumors or when meeting a lover.

Mishelia reluctantly felt relaxation for the first time, the pressure shifting from her alone to both of them.

Although Adam was several years older than herself and quite ordinary, she came to depend heavily on him.

She thought they would support each other through difficulties until one evening, he invited her over to his place.

Although Mishelia felt that things were moving too quickly, she didn’t want to give up her hard-won support and chose to trust her lover.

Adam made many demands that evening, and Mishelia complied, but at the last step, she stopped him.

Adam was not satisfied, and to make his lover happy, she decided to stay at Adam’s house.

It was the first time she had stayed out all night in her life.

She believed she was no longer alone.

But it all came to an end a few days later, at midday

As she was eating lunch and heading to academy for class, she saw her lingerie pinned on the notice board at the academy entrance, and the person she had trusted most beside her parents, was standing beside it, loudly boasting about everything that had happened that night.

She could hardly believe her own eyes.

She couldn’t believe that the person standing there was Adam.

The reason Adam revealed and fabricated the stories was merely the vanity of being surrounded by students, as he was just an apprentice and might well end up a despised coachman in the future.

Whereas every student here was most likely destined to be a mid-tier individual in Belfast or higher.

Naturally, the incentive to say these things was also because certain people were willing to pay shillings for some juicy gossip.

Perhaps the academy knew that wasn’t the truth, and Anna was not as the rumors claimed.

But no one would believe it, especially the angry students.

In the end, Anna was expelled by the Pris Aristocrat Academy by order.

This was not the end of the ordeal, because the students’ carnival had not yet ceased.

Anna’s father was soon identified.

He was neither a municipal official nor a noble, but merely a water delivery man.

Students did not think the rumors had been debunked but continued to mock, and her identity received another layer for ridicule: the pretender of paternity.

Even though from start to finish the identity of a noble girl had been thrust upon Mishelia by others.

To avoid troubling her parents, three nights ago when the rain had just begun, having seen no hope of life, Mishelia chose to hang herself at home, ending her short seventeen years of life.

The reason for everything was just an outburst of justice and the jealousy from one or several girls.

Mishelia’s life should not have ended this way.

She should have graduated smoothly from the academy and found a decent job, possibly as a lawyer or in the police station, because she liked to help those in need.

She would have worked hard at a job she loved, made many friends, and met someone special to spend her life with.

That man would have been unique, with the most distinctively handsome eyes, filled with righteousness and compassion, who wouldn’t bully the weak or harbor filth.

They would have had a happy family and had their wedding on the sandy beaches of Belfast, then bought a house overlooking the sea, and kept each other company till old age.

If the world hadn’t ended by then, she hoped she would die before her husband because she was fragile and prone to sadness, and she didn’t want to receive the heartbreaking news of his death.

And all of this once existed in the aspirations of this beautiful, kind, and righteous young girl.

But everything ended when she was just seventeen years old.