Caleb's face darkened, "How could you possibly bear to leave me? Besides, there's Michele too. She's been a student you've nurtured for so many years; you wouldn't abandon her."

He didn't know that from the moment I agreed to Michele's withdrawal application, I had decided I didn't want either of them anymore.

Just then, Caleb received a phone call. After hearing what the other person said, veins bulged on his forehead.

Before I could react, he grabbed my collar and started pulling me outside.

"Michele was verbally abused on the street and fainted. She's in the hospital now. You have to go apologize to her!"

I looked up, wanting to call for help, only to find that Charles had already left without a sound. Well, who would want to get involved in someone else's family affairs for no reason? I couldn't struggle and he dragged me all the way to the hospital.

As soon as we entered the ward, Michele exclaimed, "Miss Patricia, you look so disheveled!"

On the way, Caleb tugged at my clothes, my collar already wide open.

I said weakly, "What do you want?"

Hearing this, she curled her lips into a smile, her eyes gleaming, "An apology should be sincere. We don't want much, just all your patents."

I stood up abruptly, looking at her in shock. Her face, which always wore a bright, sunny smile, now only showed naked malice.

I turned to Caleb, who nodded dismissively, "After all, the child still needs money for formula and your patents will bring in a steady stream of money."

Caleb was about to speak when Michele interrupted him. She wanted to talk to me alone to persuade Caleb to leave. Once we were alone, Michele revealed her true colors.

She said, "If you don't accept it, then take a look at this."

She scrolled through her phone for a few moments, then handed it to me. The content made my breath catch in my throat. It was about another student I was sponsoring, dressed as a waitress, surrounded by several men, her face filled with terror. This child, though clumsy, was very hardworking and like Michele, she was one of my key students.

"Finding a few desperados took a lot of effort, you know. If you don't appease me today, she'll be in big trouble."

"Michele!"

I clenched my fists and couldn't help but shout, "Don't drag innocent people into our business!"

She looked indifferent, picking her ear, "This is a scheme. Besides, wasn't it you who taught me to climb the ladder by any means necessary?"

"Do you dare say you have no connection with the principal? Now, kneel down and apologize to me. You just scared me."

My lip bled from being bitten, the taste of metal filling my mouth. But thinking of the child's terrified expression, I felt a thousand pounds weighing on my shoulders, bending my legs like steel bars.

The moment my knees touched the ground, the humiliation made my teeth chatter, "I'm sorry..."

Michele laughed heartily, "I never said I'd let her go just because you did that. Besides, I was helping you train her. I was doing it for her own good."

I looked up sharply, but I couldn't see her face clearly. I stood up, staggered and rushed out the door, bumping into Caleb who was returning. He instinctively reached out to help me, but I dodged him.

He immediately gritted his teeth, "You're something else!"

I strode forward, ignoring his pleas.

As soon as I left the hospital, I had a lawyer notarize the documents, ensuring no one could shake my assets. I also contacted the principal to apply for that student to accompany me abroad.

Didn't they want to wait for me to divorce so they could smoothly take over? I wasn’t not going to divorce him. The longer I was gone, the longer they would suffer public criticism.

The next day, before my flight to Germany took off, I sent the recording from the hospital room to several zombie public accounts and the principal. The web of revenge was about to unfold; they better not disappoint me.