That last comment landed hard.The room went silent.I sat in the back row, hearing every word.My fingers tightened around my pen until my knuckles turned white.Not good enough to stay at my hotel?I set down the pen, took a breath, then stood, picked up my backpack, and walked out.Whispers followed me.I didn't look back.At the front gate, I spotted Mr. Grant talking to the security guard.He saw me and waved."Julia. Come here a second."I walked over.Mr. Grant studied my face, adjusted his glasses, and hesitated."You doing okay?"I blinked, then nodded."I'm fine.""Don't listen to that nonsense."His voice was quiet but serious."Your family owning a hotel has nothing to do with your classmates."If you help them, that's generosity."If you don't, that's your right."Nobody is entitled to judge you for it."My nose suddenly burned.I lowered my head before he could see my expression."Thank you, Mr. Grant.""Go home. Study. Don't let them distract you
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