Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn)
Chapter 119

hapter 119

I had no desire to waste any more words with her; even a single sentence felt like I was lowering myself.

"Are you leaving? Could it be that you're jealous?" Leah reached out to stop me from leaving, revealing her true colors at that moment.

I turned back and looked at her, utterly speechless. "Instead of provoking me here, why don't you think about how to explain your

actions when you get to Mr. Ward's office? You should be embarrassed; I'm embarrassed for you."

For a brief moment, the smile on Leah's face faltered, but that discomfort faded just as quickly.

"With Ethan here, I definitely won't have any issues. But you? You should seriously consider how to explain your decision to call the police. A person who doesn't care about the university's reputation-do you think Mr. Ward will side with you?"

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Realizing she couldn't win this argument, she stopped trying to provoke me, let out a huff, and walked ahead.

I deliberately slowed my pace to avoid her. At the door to Peter Ward's office, I could hear laughter and chatter coming from inside.

Listening closely, it was clear that Peter and a group of people were complimenting Ethan. Just moments before, the university president had burst into laughter thanks to something Leah had said.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to put on a polite smile before knocking on the door and stepping inside. As soon as I entered, I sensed that the atmosphere was off.

The lively ambiance that had been present moments before instantly chilled upon my arrival.

Leah turned to stand behind Ethan, and in a place where the two of them couldn't see, she shot me a triumphant smile.

It was always like this-she seemed to rely solely on petty tricks. However, it was precisely these tricks that had ensnared Ethan in my previous life and ruined my own. 1 Thinking of this made my gaze darken.

There was an undeniable truth-in both lifetimes, I had lost to Leah to varying degrees.

I had hoped that with this new chance at life, I could completely let go of Ethan. Yet, seeing him standing beside Leah, defending her, still stirred something strange within me. Before I could decipher that feeling, Peter spoke up.

As an older man, the crafty university president took the initiative to break the awkward silence. "You must be Evelyn Wiley, right? Why are you late?"

I shot a deep glance at Leah and replied, "I encountered some dirty business on the way and was trying to avoid getting it on me, so I took my time."

Peter looked pointedly at Ethan, but upon seeing his nonchalant reaction, he continued, "So why did Leah arrive before you?"

I couldn't help but scoff internally; it was evident that this was a scheme orchestrated by the Grayson family.

"Maybe she's not bothered by the dirty business. Or perhaps she is the dirty business," I answered boldly.

Peter seemed taken aback by my audacity. He gave a somewhat awkward smile, yet he didn't push back too hard.

"You certainly have a sharp sense of humor," he said, settling back into his chair and taking a sip of water. "You probably know the reason I called you here today."

"Of course, it's about how Leah wrongfully accused me of stealing." I bluntly tore away the veil of politeness.

Now, Peter couldn't maintain his facade any longer. His demeanor turned serious. "That incident is in the past; there's no need to dwell on it. I wanted to discuss how you can move on from this matter.' "1

I turned to Leah, smiled, and said, "I want a formal reprimand for Leah and for her to publicly apologize to me."