Yancy Hastings choked and fell silent. Upon exiting Lotus Residence, Nia Mitchell and Fiona Sutton both exhaled in relief. "It scared the life out of me." Fiona Sutton had lost her domineering demeanor from the Lotus Residence. Like a frightened deer, she kept looking behind her, wary of anyone chasing after them. "That place is a hotbed of trouble! I swear I won’t set foot in there ever again in my life. No, I won’t even stroll down this street again!" Fiona Sutton declared indignantly, looking at her right wrist. It was thoroughly bruised. "Looks serious. Should we go to the Hospital?" Nia Mitchell looked at Fiona’s right wrist and drew in a sharp breath, surprised at Yancy Hastings’ brutality. If it were her hand that had been hurt, she guessed she would’ve cried. "What Hospital? Let’s go eat." Fiona Sutton let out a nonchalant laugh. The injury only looked frightening. "Can you eat with your right hand injured?" Nia looked utterly exasperated. At a time , Fiona was still thinking about food. Should she consider Fiona callous, or a foodie? "If I can’t use chopsticks, I can use a spoon! Let’s go. I’m craving Boiled Fish, Spicy Chicken, Spicy Tofu, Spicy and Sour Shredded Potatoes, Spicy Cabbage..." As she walked along, Fiona recounted a long list of dishes she wanted to eat, then turned to look at Nia. "Oh, I almost forgot, you don’t like spicy food. So, I’ll reluctantly also order the Sweet and Sour Ribs, Cumin Potatoes, and Grilled Chicken Wings." The dishes she added were, of course, the ones Nia liked. Nia Mitchell listened to the list and shot Fiona a weary look. "I hope the two of us can finish it all." As dusk settled, Nia Mitchell and Fiona Sutton left the Dining Hall. Their cheeks were slightly flushed; clearly, they had had a drink or two. "Right, I haven’t asked you yet, where do you live?" Fiona Sutton hailed a taxi and just as she was about to get in, she suddenly thought of this important question. "Well... I... I live with some relatives." Nia Mitchell sounded slightly guilty. Fiona knew her too well, and she feared that Fiona wouldn’t believe her. Nia Mitchell had overestimated Fiona’s intelligence, especially after she’d been drinking. Fiona simply nodded after hearing Nia’s explanation. "You should go back soon so as not to give them a bad impression." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 Living with relatives must be quite restrictive, and they might even look down on her. Poor Nia. "Tell me if someone bullies you, I’ve got your back!" With that, she stretched out her right hand and gave Nia a hard pat on the shoulder. Two tears immediately streamed down Fiona’s face as she rubbed her wrist, her eyes welling up. "You see how careless you are? Make sure to apply medicine as soon as you get back to your dormitory. Look, you’re drunk." Fiona loved drinking; she couldn’t stop once she started and wasn’t satisfied until she was drunk. Hearing Nia’s words, Fiona grinned. "Easy, I’m sober. Off I go!" With a wave of her hand, Fiona slumped into the taxi and promptly fell asleep. Nia Mitchell stood there awkwardly. She gave the driver the address and the fare. "I’ll call my friend; she’ll be waiting for you at the south gate of University A. Thanks for your help." After the driver responded, he drove away. Nia stood still and took a deep breath. After calling Mellisa Moreland with instructions, she started to walk on alone. Her cellphone suddenly rang. When Nia looked, it was a call from Maxwell Peary. Nia Mitchell answered in a soft, mellow voice. She glanced around. Everything seemed alien to her; suddenly, she felt exceptionally lonely and helpless.