Andrew pointed at Patrick and said, “I came out of the men’s room and passed a private room where I heard shouting. I opened the door and saw Patrick, naked, forcing this girl. She had a knife, trying to fight him off. I rushed in, but you arrived before I could say anything.”

Patrick stood there, shirtless, his skin sagging. His expression was grim. He had gone to great lengths to lure this girl, and just as their encounter began, she snapped and stabbed him.

While arguing with the student, neither noticed the slightly ajar door, which allowed Andrew to witness the scene. Patrick recognized Andrew—the librarian. However, observing Simon's respectful demeanor toward Andrew, Patrick suspected a more complex past. He dared not challenge Andrew, knowing a confrontation would be detrimental, given his culpability. He quickly dressed while Andrew and Charles spoke, then assumed a stern expression.

He awkwardly explained, “This is a misunderstanding. The girl and I were consenting participants. You barged in on a private matter. Don't you have any manners?”

The woman, crouching on the floor, trembled, her face paling, tears streaming down her face.

Andrew scoffed, sneering at Patrick. “Are you trying to fool anyone? Anyone can see you’re forcing her. Look at you, greasy and balding—an eyesore! And look at her. Do you expect anyone to believe this was mutual? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?”

Charles glanced at Patrick and the girl. A young woman with someone like Patrick in such a place…it suggested financial coercion or ulterior motives.

The girl shakily raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, displaying fierce determination. Seeing her face, Andrew gasped. Charles looked at him. Andrew whispered, “I know this girl. She frequents the library. Amy Green.”

Amy flinched. She hadn't planned to leave alive; she intended to take Patrick down, but hadn't succeeded in killing him. She nodded. “It’s me.”

Patrick felt things spiraling. He hadn’t expected Andrew to know Amy. Charles remained calm. He said, “Let’s inform Mr. Sunderland; he’ll handle this.”

The director of student affairs involved with his own student—a massive scandal. Patrick panicked, objecting, “No, absolutely not.”

Andrew sneered. “Do you think denial will stop this? You commit such disgraceful acts but fear Mr. Sunderland?”

Patrick, stunned and grim, thought, ‘This can't get out; my reputation will be ruined.’ He knew Amy's admission of consent was his only way out. He'd been confident Amy wouldn't speak up, but her earlier statement about taking him down made him uncertain.

Patrick forced a smile. “Mr. Mitchell, Amy tried to seduce me. She offered herself for a grad school spot, but I refused, so she attacked me with scissors. You must believe me!”

Yvette, Jeremiah, and Samantha entered, pushing open the door. Yvette's expression was icy upon seeing Amy.

Andrew immediately said, “Yvette, this jerk forced his student and is making excuses, claiming she seduced him for a grad school spot. Disgusting.”

Samantha said coldly, “Why keep such people? Call the police.”

Jeremiah glanced at the disheveled, pale Patrick, took out his phone, and left. Yvette remained silent, noting Jeremiah's actions.

Yvette's arrival terrified Patrick. He knew he wouldn't escape easily. He thought, ‘Ever since Yvette arrived at Argrol, we’ve clashed. Now she knows, she won’t let me go.’

While they spoke, Amy, silent until now, grabbed the knife. Catching Patrick off guard, she lunged, plunging the knife into his stomach.

Patrick fell, his face contorted with rage. He pointed at Amy. “You witch! How dare you! I won’t let you get away with this. Call the police! I need the police!”

Yvette, Samantha, Charles, and Andrew watched calmly; they seemed unconcerned by Patrick's fate.

Amy looked at the fallen Patrick and laughed wildly, a chilling sound. “You monster, you sleaze! I trusted you, my teacher, my mentor, but you drugged me, took those photos, and blackmailed me. You used my grad school plans against me. I’ve had enough. Let’s die together.”

Patrick’s screams echoed, ignored. He eventually fainted from blood loss.

Yvette stepped forward, looking at the blood-covered Amy. She offered a handkerchief. Amy, distant, burst into tears at the sight of it. Her youth, ruined by Patrick. She regretted trusting him.

Samantha sighed. Andrew looked away. Charles remained emotionless; he'd seen worse in Mysonna, where such crimes were commonplace.

Yvette crouched, observing the distraught Amy. Her voice, cool and detached, cut through the scene. “Wipe your tears. Crying solves nothing. Consider how to resolve this perfectly.”

Yvette's words snapped Amy back to reality. She shouldn't waste her future on Patrick. But she'd stabbed him; the law wouldn't overlook that. What could she do?

Amy said, “Yvette, I don’t know. I was ready to die with him. But I don’t want to throw away my future. I don’t regret stabbing him. If he lives, more girls will suffer.”

Amy’s greatest regret was not confronting Patrick earlier. Life offered no second chance; this was the price of her weakness.