Abigail took another step closer, this time deliberate as if she wanted to walk right through him. But before she moved, Darren also shifted and took two steps further away from her. “You must be tired,” she said softly, her voice carrying an almost soothing quality. “From lectures, from studying all the time and from constantly running around campus.”She gestured lazily toward the couch behind her.“Sit. I’ll get you something to eat before your next class.”Darren shook his head immediately.“I’m not hungry,” he replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His shoulders were tense, and his hands hovered awkwardly at his sides. “Please, just give me my bag. I really need to go.”Abigail’s lips curved upward into a small smile. But it was not warm. It did not even carry friendliness.But somehow the smile made Darren uneasy without him fully understanding why.Noticing how he was moving away from her, her expression darkened and she said in a flat tone but calm tone, “I

Before the officers dragged Darren away, the female officer turned back.Her eyes softened as she looked at Abigail.“Miss Clara, Mr. Adrian,” she said, addressing them both, “you’ll need to come down to the station later today to give your formal statements.”Clara nodded quickly, putting on a frightened expression. “Of course, officer,” she said. “We’ll cooperate fully. Anything to get criminals out of the city”The officer turned to face Abigail again and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.“Poor thing,” the officer said with genuine sympathy. “You’ve been through a terrible nightmare. Please stay strong. I’ll be back to check on you soon. I’ll do my job diligently and make the culprit gets the exact punishment that he deserves ”She paused, her voice lowering, as if speaking not just as an officer but as a woman.“Know this, the city is behind you in this fight and help you get over this trauma."Abigail sniffed and nodded weakly, her lips trembling as she wiped away fresh tears

While the rest of the students were gathered at the administrative unit demanding Darren's expulsion, two persons remained in the park. A beautiful girl with perfect big eyes and bright skin asked one guy, “What is happening Eddie. Is what I am hearing about Darren true?” Her voice was abnormally tense.Eddie shook her head lightly, “Something is not right. Darren can never do such a thing,” the guy responded.Alicia nodded in agreement, “Yes, Darren respects women and stands up for them, there is no way he would harm a woman. Something is not right. But what do we do now? He doesn’t even have parents or any relatives. Who’s going to help him out”Eddie lingered for a while, then turned and started walking towards the school gate.“Where are you going?” Alicia asked.“Going to tell who is capable of saving Darren from this mess”If only Alicia knew who Darren’s relative was.***Meanwhile, at the same time, inside the luxurious living room of the Hilton Mansion, soft classical music

The officer extended her hand, and Clara passed it over. The device was connected to a computer beside the desk, and the footage appeared on the screen. It showed Darren on top of Abigail on the couch, with Abigail struggling. She was screaming, “No! Stop!”What the officer did not know was that the video had been altered. Key parts had been cut and rearranged to suit their narratives. The scenes where Abigail had pulled Darren toward her or dragged him onto the couch had been removed. Advanced AI software had been used to reverse actions and change what actually happened. From the footage being displayed, it was Darren that was chasing after Abigail.The officer watched in silence, her expression darkening. “This is strong evidence,” she said.Adrian lowered his head as if heartbroken, while Clara sniffed.All the while, Darren stood there in handcuffs, listening and watching as every lie stabbed into his chest like a knife. His fingers slowly curled into fists, yet he said nothing

Around 8:30 p.m., on a quiet, poorly lit street at the outskirts of the city, a lone police car rolled to a slow stop beside the curb, its engine going silent as the headlights faded into the darkness. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the driver’s door opened, and a uniformed police officer stepped out, his eyes sweeping the street cautiously left to right finding only emptiness. The road was deserted, with no pedestrians, no passing vehicles, only the faint hum of distant traffic far away.Satisfied that no one was watching, he closed the door softly and walked toward a man who stood several meters ahead, positioned in front of two black Rolls Royce Mansory Cullinan cars parked side by side. Even in the dim streetlight, the vehicles looked expensive, exuding a quiet, oppressive luxury. The man himself wore an impeccably tailored suit that screamed wealth and power without needing to announce it, while his face was concealed behind a black mask that revealed only his eyes and mo