Charles Northwood put on his headphones, furrowed his brow, and drove towards University A.
"Tell me, did something happen?"
Normally, Tara Jameson wouldn't say something like that out of the blue.
"What could happen to me? Everything that's happening to me is because of you. Can you just leave me alone?"
If Charles Northwood really wanted to leave her alone, he should stop contacting her.
She was already on the verge of a breakdown over the past few days.
Receiving a call from Charles Northwood at this moment was bound to set her off.
"If you're still angry about the rose incident from last time, I apologize. But if I tell you I didn't send them, you wouldn't believe me."
Charles Northwood had been wrongfully blamed, totally victimized by Henry Northwood.
"It's not just about that, Charles Northwood, please let me go."
Even though she had left the school, his name was still everywhere.
Now, she was utterly exhausted.
She had no strength to deal with this matter.
