Back then, I was barely in my twenties. It was that age when youth and pride made me intolerant of any injustice.
I sent a letter of report to the university, intent on exposing their disgusting, immoral affair.
However, reality quickly taught me a lesson.
The university would never dismiss Aiden, its most respected professor. Instead, they give me a disciplinary warning to calm him down.
Aiden even made a public statement, asking his fellow professors to "look after" Eryn.
That man proudly said, "This is my student. She is intelligent, eager to learn and diligently hardworking."
"I sincerely hope that, for my sake, none of you will make things difficult for her. She's come a long way from being a flower seller to where she is today, enduring countless hardships."
"Perhaps Eryn isn't outstanding or exceptionally brilliant, but in my eyes, she is the best. She is my greatest pride."
Aiden even admitted that Eryn's admission into this prestigious institution was partly due to his behind-the-scenes influence.
He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but he didn't care. He only hoped that Eryn would have a bright future.
Then, what about me? What was I? A joke?