"Yeah, I thought the same," Heidi agreed earnestly. "So right now, the important thing isn't proving what they're saying is false, but uncovering who these people are—and who's pulling the strings behind them.""Honestly, we should just report it to the police. Let them handle it," Fiona said, frowning slightly. "The school already did. But I'm helping him gather evidence—it'll speed up the investigation," Heidi replied matter-of-factly, munching on potato chips."So this is the evidence you've collected?" Fiona asked, leaning in for a closer look. "Exactly. As long as what they're doing involves the internet, I can track it down—where it came from, and all sorts of related info," Heidi said confidently."Helping him is fine. But don't cross any legal lines—there are things you simply can't do," Fiona warned."Oh, come on. I know what I'm doing. Relax. I'm just using a few methods to gather information," Heidi said, a bit impatiently. "I wouldn't even dream of touching a bank's tr

"Professor Alvarez, come on now—Professor Rogers already said it was a personal matter. No need to pry," Joseph said with a chuckle."Alright, alright, I won’t pry," Mason replied, waving it off. "Just eat your breakfast. I bought it for you."Brady Rogers managed an awkward smile. He really didn’t want to get into the details of his family’s situation—especially not during work hours. To be honest, asking Joseph for help already felt like crossing a line."Anyway, I’ll leave you to it. I have to head to the lab—tons of work today," Mason said as she stood up again, barely having sat down."Oh, and Professor Wilson—don’t forget what I told you yesterday. Come to my dorm at noon, okay?"With that, she dashed out the door, leaving Joseph and Rogers exchanging bewildered glances.Rogers looked from the door to Joseph, his expression laced with curiosity."Professor Rogers, don’t get the wrong idea. I left a piece of clothing in her dorm. She just wants me to pick it up," Joseph explaine

“Ah? No, that’s not what I meant. Professor Wilson didn’t mean to look—it was just an accident. You don’t need to feel bad. In fact, if he enjoys looking, that’s fine. I actually like it when he looks…”The moment the words left her mouth, Lindsay Anderson realized how ambiguous they sounded. Panicking, she waved her hands in front of her, trying frantically to rephrase herself. But the more she tried to explain, the worse it got—her words only seemed to dig the hole deeper.“Uh…” Joseph’s expression froze, a dark line forming across his forehead. What is she even saying?“Professor Wilson, I… that’s not what I meant…” Lindsay’s cheeks turned crimson, and in her nervousness, she completely lost her grip on coherent speech.“Ahem, Lindsay, I understand what you’re trying to say. Don’t worry.” Joseph cleared his throat, maintaining his composure. “This situation was my fault. I should be the one apologizing.”“No, Professor Wilson, you don’t need to apologize—it wasn’t your fault at

Hearing her grandfather’s praise, Lindsay lowered her head slightly. Her cheeks turned a rosy pink as she snuck a glance at Joseph.She didn’t know why, but even though her grandfather’s words were completely serious, her mind kept drifting toward all sorts of absurd and inappropriate thoughts.“Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll study hard under Professor Wilson.” Lindsay said softly, her voice a little shy, her heart quietly pounding."Old Anderson is always so generous—of course I’ll keep my word and teach Lindsay Anderson properly," Joseph said with a smile."That’s all I need to hear," Philip replied. "Professor Wilson, you probably don’t need the silver needles until Saturday, right? I’ll keep them here for now and bring them to you then." "You know how special the storage requirements are for the Forged Flame Needle.""Of course, that’s perfectly fine." "I came in person because the needles are far too valuable. I couldn’t just ask to borrow them without showing proper respect."

The image displayed a simple white sheet of paper. At the very top, written in neat, bold characters, were the words: Official Clarification Statement. The main body of text followed below. To Joseph’s surprise, this statement had been written by Fiona. At the bottom of the page was her personal signature, along with her official seal. > "I, Fiona, was married to Professor Joseph Wilson of Nova University for a period of three years. During our marriage, Professor Wilson never once acted unfaithfully and fully fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband. > Due to my inability to balance marriage and career, we mutually agreed to end our relationship after three years. > > Recently, numerous false rumors about Professor Wilson have surfaced on the Nova University forum. > As someone directly involved, I feel it is necessary to co