CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Harold Girard and Wilkes Milton stood, watching their lecturer, Prof. Ericson, not knowing what to do and he, their professor, exchanged their stares with a deathly glare as his line of vision shifted from Harold to Wilkes then back to Harold, then Trisha who was still unconscious.

The tick-tock of the wall clock above them was the only sound that was to be heard from the room that was being raided more and more as each second passed by the brilliance of the sunlight that flooded in from the open world.

“You will pay for the damages done to that wall—and flower vase, too,” Prof. Ericson commanded as he folded his arms into each other like a priest.

Harold couldn't believe what he had just heard. This was a man who was very emotional minutes ago; close to tears. A man who had warned Harold about the contest a week ago through a letter. A man who was in a forbidden affair with his student. A man who had tried to