Chapter 3

I wasn't always like this.

My parents died when I was young, and my brother died on the border.

At nine years old, I became dependent on Mary's family.

Not only did I have to wash clothes and cook, serving as their maid, but I also had to endure bullying from my cousin Fabio.

Ten years of abuse, day in and day out.

In that environment, besides going crazy, I couldn't think of any other way to survive until now.

Soon, Mueller rushed to the school.

Without wasting words, he slapped me as soon as he arrived.

"You bitch, what trouble did you cause at school now? I'll deal with you when we get home!"

I immediately slapped him right back.

"There was a mosquito on your face just now. I helped you swat it."

Professor McCoy stood there stunned, watching us fight as soon as we met, forgetting what he'd wanted to say.

After those two slaps, we finally sat down calmly.

I looked at him earnestly.

"Mueller, I understand everything now. All my crazy behavior before was because I was traumatized."

"What do you mean?" Mueller looked at me, confused.

I pointed at McCoy and said to Mueller:

"This Professor McCoy has been touching me inappropriately. He's been sexually harassing me."

Then, my acting skills exploded as tears streamed down my face.

"I heard that at the neighboring school, a girl was molested by McCoy and her family got three hundred thousand in compensation."

"In my case, it should be at least five hundred thousand, right? You should demand compensation from him—consider it my way of repaying you for raising me."

Mueller's eyes grew increasingly greedy. "We can really get five hundred thousand?"

The teacher panicked.

"No, calm down, I..."

"Of course he won't admit it or pay up." I cut off McCoy's defense. "But if you make a scene at the school, they'll pay to minimize the impact."

I obediently closed the office door.

When I reached the dorm entrance, I heard Lopez's triumphant voice.

"I'm telling you, Georgina just relies on her looks to be someone's mistress, right?"

"This time she'll definitely get punished."

"Wow, Lopez, you have such a good relationship with Professor McCoy."

Milner lowered her voice. "That graduate school admission spot..."

"Don't worry. Our class still has one spot left. It's just a matter of one word from me."

Suddenly it all made sense.

My GPA was clearly first in the class, 0.2 points higher than Lopez's, yet the graduate school spot went to her.

So that's what I was missing—the right "qualifications."

But none of that mattered now.

I had more important things to do. I needed to find the source of that smell quickly.

Otherwise, I'd eventually lose my mind in this dorm!

I opened my browser, and a news story from Florida suddenly caught my attention.

[To take revenge on her ex-boyfriend, during their final encounter, the woman scattered asbestos fibers all over her underwear.]

I immediately searched for asbestos fibers.

The information online was crystal clear:

[Asbestos fibers: Category 1 carcinogen. Once in the lungs, the damage is irreversible, making life a living hell.]

Perfect! My eyes lit up instantly.

Not far from school, there was a construction site.

And coincidentally, I could see asbestos tiles there.

I set out immediately.

As for ordering online? Only an idiot would leave such obvious evidence.