I took a deep breath and looked straight at her. “He didn’t even say sorry. Is that what you call an apology? I want him to shave his head and write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism and read aloud in public.”
“What?!” Logan instantly put on a wronged expression. “Y-you… you’re bullying me! Shaving my head and confessing in public? How am I supposed to face people after that?”
As he spoke, he shot Abigail a pleading look.
I looked at her, too, with a complicated gaze.
First, I wanted to see what choice she would make.
Second, this was the very last chance left in our agreement.
Abigail frowned at me, her tone full of reproach. “Harrison, you’re putting me in a difficult position, and you’re suppressing a newcomer. Do you understand that? You used to say we should give newcomers more chances, not cut them down outright. So, why the sudden change? Besides, you’re Logan’s sponsor. You promised to help him become better!”
Those few sentences left me stunned, unable to respond for a moment.
Because she was right. I had said those things.
That was why I had paid all the college expenses for ten students, including Logan, and even helped them find jobs.