Decision You Make
Chapter 11 - It's Not Your fault If They Hate You

We're here again.

Vincent stared blankly at the white bandage in his hand. A faint medicinal fragrance was smelled by his nose.

School health room. This place is probably the most memorable place for Vincent over the last few years. From where he sat, Vincent could see the girl deftly tidying up the bandages as well as the medicines that had just been used.

The girl's face was flat. As if to imply that he does not care about the surrounding circumstances. Of course Vincent felt some hidden emotions in the girl.

Feeling bad, Vincent immediately said quietly, "is Chloe angry?"

The girl did not answer. He left carrying the bandage that had been tidied up without glancing at the other party. Vincent just kept quiet, not minding the girl's attitude.

Meanwhile, Blaze looked at Vincent with a contemptuous look, "hey, he still asked a sure thing," Blaze scoffed at Vincent's words.

But once again the man opened his mouth, "sorry, I'm really sorry. I don't know what to do, my brain is empty. If only I had been a little braver maybe this wouldn't have happened. I shouldn't bother you, it's my fault"

Taps!

Vincent stared at the glass of water beside him in shock. While Chloe, who came back with a water glass in her hand was staring at Vincent sharply.

It was undeniable that his face was creepy enough, Vincent himself gulped with great difficulty. But Vincent didn't give up, "listen, I know I've been troubling Chloe, so I asked ma-"

"You still think you're the one who should apologize?"

The girl's words pierced the tip of Vincent's heart, leaving him silent a thousand languages.

Seeing her silent, Chloe continued her words.

"You're not wrong, it's their fault. It's not your fault if you get hurt, it's not your fault if they hate you. So why do you keep blaming yourself?"

Chloe asked a question that Vincent could not answer. Nevertheless, Vincent knew the girl was worried about him.

Vincent lowered his head and gritted his teeth slowly, preparing to tell him something:

"My mother left as soon as I gave birth to her. It made my father hate me. The love of those who have been for years must be destroyed because of me, my father is also starting to get sickly at this time. I can't tell her all this, what if she hates me even more, or even her illness gets worse from hearing this? I can't imagine" after speaking Vincent clenched his hand.

Chloe let out a complicated look upon hearing the story. Actually he already knew about it, from the moment the system sent him the memories.

Blaze also understood Chloe's feelings. Approaching Chloe and asking, "would Miss help the man? I think Miss hates this situation so much." Ask carefully.

"You're right, I hate this situation. I hate it when they bully others for trivial reasons, it may sound sad. But how else, I just followed my heart," Chloe could imagine all the 'them' treatment on Vincent. Everything is as easy as remembering the past.

Blaze could understand. Ever since Chloe signed the contract when they first met, Blaze had already gotten all the girl's life history information. Chloe was also not a person who would just be silent to see the deviant treatment in front of her eyes.

"What if I help you?" The words were uttered along with a gentle hand that stretched Vincent's fist.

Those four simple words made Vincent round his eyes in disbelief. He looked at the blue netra of the girl, trying to find the truth. And yes, he found the truth.

"Help me?"

"Yes. Your relationship with your father."

"You're not kidding ...?"

"What am I kidding?" The girl laughed with a warm smile.

Oh, my eyes feel a little blurry.

Vincent rubs his eye pelukan slowly. The bandage in his hand became slightly wet.

Chloe picked up her phone, seeing a message sent from Reina. Deciding to ignore it, Chloe again speaks to Vincent, "for trouble with 'them', it's better if we collect-"

Again a message. Chloe ignores the message once again, "collecting evidence to make it more-"

"more convincing, let alone"

"..."

Chloe smiled awkwardly, replying to a row of messages before turning around and deciding to return.

"Sorry, I'll go now. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget, it's 7 in the morning, yeah!" Chloe waved her hand before completely exiting the door.

Vincent also waved his hand, "of course, I'll arrange his transportation," as Vincent spoke, Chloe stopped her steps and turned to look at him. The girl seemed to think for a while before turning her face away with a strange emotion and hurriedly said, "alright, whatever, see you later" she said before walking quickly away from the door.

Vincent was a little confused by Chloe's behavior. Touching his face and thinking, is there something on my face?

But Vincent's confusion will never be missed—no, because he will not be able to see a blue window floating quietly underneath.

...[.Name: Vincent Forden...

...Age: 18 years...

...Status: Character...

...Specific feeling: 40% (strong affection)]...

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"Miss, it looks like I can see smoke coming out of Miss's head."

"Oh, shut up Blaze, stop teasing me," Chloe patted her small chest.

Oh, goddamn. Her face was hot, it seemed she was too much of a teenager in a school romance novel.

Blaze held back her laughter, not wanting to make Chloe's face explode. "Hahaha, Miss there's nothing to be ashamed of. Didn't Miss always receive special treatment from many men?"

"That's different, that kind of face didn't exist in my world before. And that's my type ." Blaze didn't hear the last word, Chloe said it in a voice as small as a mosquito.

"Eh, and what, Miss?"

"Ah, come on, let's go see Reina, my phone has been ringing ever since."

Blaze floats, following Chloe's steps. Passing corridor after corridor.

Before long Blaze asked, "Miss is leaving tomorrow? Where to?"

Chloe recalled the name of the restaurant she was going to visit tomorrow and replied, "hmm, I'm going to the restaurant tomorrow, Erine said she had booked a private room. Uhh, did I forget the name of the restaurant, Mistra? Misterta? The miseran? Mj ..."

"Mistemystreet?"

No!

Chloe flicked her finger, "yes, that's it! Tomorrow, I'm going to Mistesran Restaurant" Chloe said, confirming Blaze's words.

Suddenly, from the end of her eyes Chloe saw the silhouette of someone passing by her. Chloe spontaneously covered her mouth with her hands.

"Ups, I don't see anyone there. I hope he doesn't hear our conversation ..."

"Um, it seems like Miss forgot that people won't be able to hear my voice," Blaze's astonished look embarrassed Chloe enough.

"Fright, that's the problem. I don't want to be considered crazy, okay?" Chloe tried to dodge.

"As for Miss," Blaze rolled her eyes lazily.

——

In the shadow of the deserted passageway, a man picked up his phone.

"Stop previous plans. Prepare new plans, tomorrow, at Mistesran Restaurant. Don't forget, do it clean."

Closing the phone, the man chuckled with a sly smile on his face.

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...To be continued...