Chapter 184: The Desperate Act

If Yaron hadn’t seen on the campus website that Sierra was at Northwind University today, he wouldn’t have risked coming out. Sierra was his last hope.

“I really know I was wrong, Sierra, please help me!” Yaron looked pitiful, a far cry from the confident senior he once was. Sierra, looking at the person before her, realized she had been poor in judgment. How could I have ever thought Yaron was decent?

“How exactly do you want me to help you?” Sierra asked calmly.

Hearing a hint of possibility, Yaron quickly said, “Just post a statement on your social media saying that I didn’t steal the items and that you were aware at the time. It’s not a big deal for you, Sierra. Considering how well I treated you before, please help me this once.”

Mentioning the past only irritated Sierra more.

“Before? Treated me well? Are you referring to when you knew I liked you and you led me on while groveling to Denise? Or letting others misunderstand, thinking I chased you around?”

Yaron froze, unable to defend himself because what Sierra said was all true.

“I’m sorry, Sierra, I was wrong! Please forgive me this time. I can’t be expelled or thrown out; my family is poor, my father is seriously ill, and they all have high hopes for me.”

But no matter what Yaron said, Sierra remained unmoved. Seeing her calm face, Yaron realized that nothing he said would change her mind, and his eyes filled with resentful hatred.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You set me up. You’re so cruel! I’m going to expose you, reveal your true face!”

At that moment, Yaron resembled a desperate clown. Sierra, tired of his antics, was about to get into her car. Just as she was opening the door, she saw in the reflection of the glass that Yaron was lunging at her. Sierra quickly dodged to the side, avoiding his attack. That’s when she noticed the fruit knife in his hand.

“If you won’t help me, then we’ll both die.” Hate was etched all over Yaron’s face as he despised Sierra. She had always been playing him! Even though she was so capable, she kept it hidden, making others think she was just a pitiful girl. If it weren’t for her, he would have been celebrated as a genius by now. Everything was ruined by Sierra. She deserved to die! Yaron had completely lost his sanity, his mind consumed with the thought that if he couldn’t have peace, neither would Sierra.

He thought overpowering Sierra would be easy, but he hadn’t expected her to be so agile and strong; he failed to land a single stab. He didn’t know that Sierra had learned to defend herself during three dark years in prison—even a cornered rabbit will bite, let alone someone who survived such an environment.

Jonathan was approaching, on the phone with Mateo, discussing Shane’s situation, absorbed in the conversation. However, spotting the scene from afar, his pupils dilated, and he rushed towards them.

Sierra wasn’t afraid of Yaron; he might look imposing, but he was ineffective, not even as tough as some of the women in prison. But the fruit knife in his hand was a problem. Seeing Sierra continuously evading him, Yaron grew more frantic. There were cameras here; school security would arrive soon.

Determined to drag Sierra down with him, Yaron saw his chance and aimed a slash at Sierra’s face.

Unable to dodge the knife, Sierra raised her arm to block, but the expected pain didn’t come. Instead, she heard a loud sound, and Yaron was suddenly kicked, flying back against the car door.

“Ah!” Yaron screamed in agony, feeling as if all his organs were shattered. Sierra quickly looked up to see Jonathan standing not far away, his gaze icy as he looked at Yaron like he was looking at a dead man. Yaron was immobilized, but Jonathan continued to walk towards him.