All Chapters of On My Professor's Desk: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Camille didn’t wait.She couldn’t.The moment she stepped out of the police station, the air outside hit her like a shock—too bright, too normal for everything that had just unfolded inside. People walked past. Cars moved. Life carried on like nothing had happened.But everything had changed.William had spoken.And he had lied.Louis was being buried under a story that wasn’t his.And now...Now Ava needed to know.Camille moved quickly down the sidewalk, her mind racing as she flagged down a cab. The ride felt too slow, every traffic light an obstacle, every second stretching into something unbearable.She kept replaying it.The officer’s voice.He identified you as his attacker.No hesitation.No doubt.And Louis...Louis hadn’t broken.That part stayed with her the most.He hadn’t panicked.Hadn’t tried to backtrack.He had stood firm.They’re trying to bury me.Camille clenched her fists slightly.If that was true...Then this wasn’t just a lie.It was a coordinated one.And Ava.

Camille didn’t go home.She couldn’t.The moment she stepped out of Ava’s apartment—with the door still slightly open behind her, the silence still echoing in her ears—something inside her refused to settle.This wasn’t just a bad feeling anymore.It was certainty.Ava was gone.And not by choice.Her steps were quick, almost frantic as she made her way down the street, her mind racing faster than she could keep up with.The image replayed over and over...The open textbooks.The abandoned phone.The empty room.Ava wouldn’t just disappear like that.Not when her exams were starting.Not without her phone.Not without telling someone.Camille’s jaw tightened.“No…” she muttered to herself. “This is not a coincidence.”Everything was connected.Everything.Louis.William.Vanessa.And now—Ava.Her chest tightened as one thought pushed itself to the front.Vanessa.The name sat heavy in her mind.Too heavy to ignore.Without wasting another second, Camille turned sharply and flagged do

The hospital felt colder than usual.Or maybe it was just Vanessa.She walked through the glass doors with the same composed expression she had worn all morning, her heels striking the polished floor in steady, deliberate rhythm. Nurses moved past her. Conversations murmured in the background. Machines beeped faintly behind closed doors.Life continued here.Routine.Order.But inside her—Everything was calculation.Her encounter with the police still lingered at the edges of her thoughts. Every question. Every look. Every pause. She had handled it well—she knew that—but it didn’t change what it meant.They were watching now.Which meant she had to be smarter.Faster.Careful in ways she hadn’t needed to be before.Vanessa adjusted her grip on her handbag as she approached the elevator. Her reflection stared back at her in the metallic doors—calm, elegant, untouchable.No one would look at her and think she was unraveling a web of lies.That was the point.The elevator chimed softly

Camille had never liked hospitals.There was something about them that always felt… heavy.Not just the sterile smell or the polished floors or the constant hum of machines—but the emotions trapped inside the walls. Fear. Grief. Waiting.Always waiting.And as she stepped through the glass doors that morning, that same weight settled over her shoulders.But today...She wasn’t here as a visitor.She was here with purpose.With urgency.With anger.Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor as she approached the reception desk, her mind replaying everything Louis had told her.Vanessa set him up.The words hadn’t stopped echoing since she left the station.And now...William was awake.And had affirmed Vanessa's lies.She was going to try get him to retract his previous statement, and tell the truth for onceCamille stopped at the desk, forcing her expression into something controlled, something polite.“Good morning,” she said.The nurse looked up briefly. “Good morning. How ca

The wait felt unbearable.Camille stood just outside the corridor that led to William’s room, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her foot tapping restlessly against the tiled floor. Every second stretched longer than the last, her mind replaying the image of Ava being wheeled away.Unconscious.Weak.Dumped like she meant nothing.Her stomach twisted.“Miss?”Camille looked up quickly.The nurse from the reception stood a few feet away, her expression cautious but no longer dismissive.“I spoke to the attending physician,” she said quietly. “You can see him.”Relief hit Camille instantly.But it was brief.Because the nurse added—“You have five minutes.”Camille nodded immediately.“That’s all I need.”The nurse studied her for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether that was true.Then she stepped aside.“Room 312. But keep it brief.”Camille didn’t wait for anything else.She moved.Fast.Five minutes.That was all she had.Five minutes to undo a lie that could destroy a man