3: 3
Not long after, the school called.
Lucretia's academic advisor, Julie Sullivan, sounded grave.
"Mrs. Henson, the school has seen the videos about Lucretia that are circulating online."
"We need you both to come to the college right away and explain what happened."
I asked, "Has the school gotten to the bottom of it?"
Julie paused a beat.
"That's exactly why we need your cooperation, because it isn't settled yet."
"But the public reaction right now is very bad, and Lucretia is a recommendation candidate. Her position is sensitive."
Patrick laughed out loud beside her.
"Go on, then. Let the school see what kind of character deserves a grad-school slot."
On the way to campus, Lucretia kept gripping the strap of her backpack.
I saw the ring of bruises around her wrist.
The old woman had clawed those into her.
In my last life, there were marks on that wrist too. Only then, they'd been cut in with a blade.
She said quietly, "Mom, I'm scared they don't want me anymore."
"They will."
"They all know who I am now. They'll come corner me at my dorm, they'll call my professors, they'll say I'm a fraud."
I tightened my grip on the wheel.
"Lucretia, you didn't test your way this far by making them like you."
The car turned in through the gates of Harbor City University.
People were already waiting at the entrance, phones raised.
"Is that her?"
"The counterfeit girl's here."
Lucretia's head dropped on instinct.
I stopped walking.
"Head up."
Then I took her hand and walked her past every one of those cameras.
Inside the college office were Julie, Michael Gilbert, and the associate dean who oversaw student affairs.
Several screenshots of web pages were laid out on the desk.
Each headline more glaring than the last.
Elite University Student Uses Counterfeit Cash to Cheat Old Shrimp Seller
Recommendation Student's Character Exposed
Julie sighed. "Lucretia, you tell us what happened first."
Lucretia's voice shook. "I didn't give her any money, and I never touched her shrimp."
The associate dean frowned. "In the video, you're clearly holding cash in your hand."
"That was money my mom gave me. She took it back afterward."
Patrick sneered. "Who can prove that?"
The old woman had barely settled into her chair before she started crying. "Professor, an educated person shouldn't go against their conscience."
Michael turned to me. "Mrs. Henson, the school would like to bring the impact down first."
I asked, "Bring it down how?"
Julie hesitated. "Have Lucretia put out a statement first. Admit that she communicated improperly and caused the elderly woman harm."
Lucretia's head snapped up. "Professor, I did nothing wrong."
Julie frowned. "No one's asking you to admit you used counterfeit money. Just to apologize."
I smiled. "And after the apology? The internet will say, See, she admitted it."
"The old woman will say, See, she's guilty."
The office went quiet.
The associate dean rapped his knuckles on the desk. "Mrs. Henson, we're protecting Lucretia too."
I looked at him. "Protecting her, or protecting the school's name?"
Patrick jumped straight in. "You hear that? Even the school's telling you to apologize."
"And we're not asking for much. Two hundred grand, plus Lucretia bows to my mother at a school assembly, and we'll call it done."
Lucretia's eyes went wide. "Two hundred thousand?"
Madeline hugged the child and wept. "My mother-in-law was so upset she's in the hospital. Is two hundred thousand really so much?"
Right then, Lucretia's phone buzzed like mad.
She glanced at it and went rigid all over.
In the class group chat, Joanna had posted a screenshot of Lucretia's recommendation notice.
Her name, her major, her list of awards, all of it right there.
Joanna had added a line.
"Everyone please stop sharing this. Lucy's already under so much pressure."
But the moment she posted it, everyone knew.
Lucretia's identity was fully exposed.
Her hand jerked, and the phone hit the floor.
Michael and the associate dean conferred in low voices, then looked over at us.
"Lucretia, until this is cleared up, the college recommends suspending your recommendation process."
Lucretia's eyes went red in an instant. "On what grounds?"
The associate dean's tone dropped. "This is to protect the overall reputation of the school."
I stood up. "No investigation. No evidence."
"Just one edited video and a crowd making a scene, and that's enough to suspend her recommendation?"
Michael said, "It's only a suspension."
I stared at him. "A suspension is still a punishment."
Patrick laughed beside me. "Should've done this from the start, right?"
The old woman wiped at her tears. "Child, Grandma isn't trying to ruin you. Grandma just wants you to learn to be honest."
Lucretia stood there like she'd been slapped across the face.
I took her hand. "Lucy, let's go."
When we stepped out of the college building, a ring of students had already gathered outside.
"That's her."
"The counterfeit girl."
"Heard she's losing her grad-school slot."
"Serves her right."
Lucretia's steps slowed and slowed.
I pulled her along. "Don't listen."
Head down, her voice barely audible, she said, "Mom, I'm so tired."
Pain shot through my chest.
In my last life, the last thing she ever sent me was those same three words.
4: 4
That night, the school posted an announcement.
“Our university takes the widely circulated online incident very seriously and has formed an investigation team. During the investigation, the graduate-school recommendation process and all honors evaluations for the student surnamed Henson are suspended.”
Less than ten minutes after it went up, someone turned Lucretia's photo into a meme.
The caption read “Grandma, I'll buy your life with fake money.”
I switched off my phone.
The doorbell rang.
Outside, Patrick stood in the hallway with two other men, a bag of dead shrimp swinging from his hand.
He smiled up at the camera above the door.
“Lucretia, come out and apologize.”
“You don't, and tomorrow I'll make sure the whole building knows you're a scammer.”
By the time Theodore Henson got back, Patrick was kicking at our door.
“Bang! ”
“Bang! ”
Every kick landed like it was hitting Lucretia straight in the chest.
She was curled into the corner of the couch, both hands over her ears.
I'd already called the police, but Theodore couldn't wait.
He shoved through the hallway door and rushed over.
“What do you think you're doing!”
Patrick spun and threw a punch.
Theodore flinched back, and it still caught the corner of his mouth.
Blood came at once.
Cold went through me.
The scene from my last life dropped over this one.
Theodore at the foot of the stairs, and the doctor saying:
“The family should prepare for long-term care.”
I ran out and grabbed Theodore.
“Don't fight him!”
Patrick only laughed.
“Oh, the man of the house is home?”
He threw the bag of dead shrimp on the ground, and the reeking water ran to our doorstep.
“Your daughter passed fake money to con my mother, your wife called my mother a fraud.”
“Quite the family you've got.”
The moment the police arrived, Patrick changed his face.
“Officers, I just want some accountability. My mother's in the hospital, and this whole family keeps hiding from us.”
Neighbors leaned out into the hallway.
“Isn't that the one from online?”
“She lives in our building?”
Lucretia stood just inside the door, her face white as paper.
Early the next morning, Madeline posted a new video.
The old woman lay in a hospital bed, an oxygen tube in her nose.
On camera, she spoke weakly.
“I'm not after money.”
“I just want to teach today's young people a lesson.”
“It's fine to be educated, but you can't lose your conscience as a person.”
Under the video, Patrick posted the hospital's billing slip.
The headline was brutal.
《Female College Student Cons Elderly Woman With Counterfeit Bills, Family Refuses to Apologize, Old Woman Hospitalized From the Stress》
At ten in the morning, Julie called.
“Mrs. Henson, Lucretia has to record an apology video before eight tonight.”
I asked.
“Apologize for what?”
Julie was quiet for a few seconds.
“Admit that she handled it improperly and caused harm to the old woman.”
I laughed.
“Ms. Sullivan, do you understand that once she records it, she can never clear her name again?”
Julie lowered her voice.
“This is the college's decision. If there's no video before eight tonight, the school will formally revoke her status as a recommendation candidate.”
Lucretia sat across from me.
She heard it, and the chopsticks slipped from her hand.
I hung up.
She kept her head down.
“Mom, should I not have gone to the market?”
“It's not your fault.”
“But Dad got beaten, the school doesn't want me, and the whole internet is cursing me.”
“They're the ones who are wrong.”
She lifted her head, and the tears finally fell.
“Why is everyone wrong, and I'm the one being punished?”
That afternoon, someone posted our apartment number online.
The harassment calls came one after another.
“Is the counterfeit girl home?”
“Why isn't the scammer dead yet?”
“Send your dad out for another beating.”
Lucretia got a text from an unknown number.
“You feel wronged? Then go die and show everyone.”
She stared at that line and didn't move for a long time.
I reached for her phone.
She suddenly stood up.
“Mom, I want to sleep for a while.”
Something in me went tight.
“I'll stay with you.”
She shook her head.
“I'll leave the door open.”
She went into the room, and the door really was left ajar.
I sat in the living room, not letting my eyes leave that gap for a second.
But then Theodore called me from the kitchen.
“Edith, something's wrong with the gas.”
I turned away for less than half a minute.
When I looked back, the room was empty.
The window was open. On the desk sat that hundred-dollar bill.
A sheet of paper was pinned under it.
“Mom, I really didn't pass fake money.”
“But they all say the only way I count as truly wronged is if I die.”
My mind went blank with a roar.
“Lucy!”
I ran out the door. The elevator was stopped on the twenty-first floor.
The rooftop door was half open, wind howling in through it.
Lucretia stood at the edge of the roof.
Down below, a crowd of streamers held up their gear.
Someone shouted through a bullhorn.
“Counterfeit girl, come out and apologize!”
“Stop playing dead!”
“You feel wronged? Then jump!”
Lucretia turned to look at me, her eyes red enough to shatter.
“Mom.”
She smiled, just a little.
“They said if I jump, they'll believe me.”
And with that, she let go of the railing.
