chapter813

I know saying sorry can't magically erase the pain you've been through, but I really hope you'll accept my apology. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, whether that means helping you clear your name or facing whatever punishment the school decides on.

I promise, from now on, I'll work hard to fix my mistakes. I want to learn how to appreciate people instead of tearing them down. I hope you'll give me a chance to prove I can be a kind and honest person. I truly am sorry.

Sincerely,

Sandy

For a moment, it felt like every student at Capital Med School was glued to their phone, scrolling through the forum, reading Sandy's apology out loud or to themselves.

The comments came pouring in.

[Who even is this Sandy? Never heard of her.]

[No idea. I don't remember seeing her during military training.]

[She didn't do the training because of health issues. As for her and Lydia, nobody really knows what happened between them, but she actually filmed Lydia in secret and started those rumors.]

[I doubt it's just jealousy. No one would go that far just because of that.]

[What if she likes Jay? Maybe she saw him hanging out with Lydia and decided to ruin Lydia's reputation? But wait, Sandy didn't even go to the training, so what's her deal?]

[Anyone know Sandy's background? Even Daisy and Rosie are careful around Lydia, but Sandy just went for it?]

[Yeah, seriously, who's behind Lydia? Isn't she supposed to be from Lakeview Town? How is she this untouchable?]

Over at Capital College, Daisy saw the apology letter and clenched her fists, scoffing under her breath. Bunch of idiots!"

Still, she couldn't help wondering what was really going on between Sandy and Lydia.

She'd had to transfer to Capital

College to lay low for a while, but her grudge against Lydia was far from settled. Just wait. Whenever Capital College and Capital Med School have their academic showdown, she'd make Lydia kneel and beg her for mercy.

Her reputation as a medical prodigy wasn't just talk. When the time came, she'd make sure Lydia was crushed beneath her feet.

Meanwhile, Rosie seemed strangely calm. But the icy look in her eyes gave her away.

Since coming back to school, Rosie had barely spoken to anyone. She acted like she didn't hear the whispers in the hallways, as if she was locked away in her own world.

"Rosie, don't listen to what they're saying. It's just a bunch of

nonsense. Your family isn't scared of some girl from the countryside. We just don't want to stoop to her level, that's all, Maiste whispered, trying to comfort her.

Rosie didn't even glance at her, staying silent.

Maisie started to panic. "Rosie, what's going on? Please, just talk to me. I'm really worried about you."

Rosie finally looked up, her voice stiff. "Until my uncle's promotion goes through, don't get involved in anything to do with Lydia."

If her mom hadn't taken all the blame, she'd still be locked away in that dark, miserable cell. The memory sent chills down her spine. She couldn't bear to think about it.

Maisie was stunned.

Rosie's uncle, Jackson, was a lieutenant general, and everyone said he'd be promoted to general after the national holiday. Even with that kind of power, was there really nothing he could do about Lydia?

The thought was almost impossible to believe.

"Rosie, who is Lydia, really? Why can't even your uncle do anything to her?"