Chapter 17 Take A Stab For Him

It was only now when Arianne Wynn remembered today was the campus function event and he would be here as well… He had not returned home since he left that day. What would it be like to see him again today? For an instant, she felt a flurry of emotions. “Did he… say anything that day?” Tiffany Lane did not notice her inattentive manner. “Nope. But I complained about your brother to him. That brother of yours is a real jerk!” Arianne was speechless. Now she was no longer surprised why her singular reply that day triggered his fury, like an eruption of a volcano – no, more like the eruption of an iceberg… He must have felt horrible to be condemned like that and right in his face too. Shouting and cheering came from the downstairs abruptly. Fueled by adrenaline, Tiffany tugged Arianne and bolted down the staircase. “Mark Tremont’s here! Let’s go see him!” Arianne was rather nervous for she had not yet figured out how to confront him. “Tiff, let go… You can go ahead, I’m not going…” “Ari, he’s been such a great help to you. You gotta thank him in person!” Tiffany was unimpressed as she pulled Arianne down the stairs while she spoke. Arianne Wynn, who was still preparing how to avoid the man, stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing who was in front of her. Mark Tremont walked over and was followed by a company of a crowd of teachers and students. His tailored suit fitted him like a glove, the inky black shade contrasted his skin, making him look fairer, while he wore a gentle smile. Wherever he was, he was always in the limelight. Tiffany dragged forward Arianne who was still dazed. “Mr. Tremont, it’s all thanks to you the other day. Ari here isn’t good with words. I’ll thank you on her behalf.” Arianne Wynn dared not look up to see the man’s expression. She clutched the hem of her clothes to suppress her nervous state. Mark Tremont walked to her, bowing slightly to take a closer look at her. “You look much better. It seems that your recovery is going well.” Seeing that Arianne made no response, Tiffany anxiously nudged her with an elbow. “Our senior’s talking to you…” “Thank you…” Failing to avoid the interaction, Arianne’s line of vision caught the tenderness in Mark Tremont’s eyes. Unaware her heartbeat sped up during that brief moment. “No problem, see you.” He patted her shoulder softly, an action that was unquestionably ordinary. However, his “see you” ruffled Arianne. She could almost foresee the impending scene for when she arrives home. In a flash, a strange man in a cap rushed to Mark Tremont’s back. From Arianne’s angle, she coincidentally spotted the knife in his hand. Her eyes widened as she subconsciously pushed Mark Tremont away, causing the knife to stab straight into her shoulder. Following Tiffany Lane’s scream, blood splattered on Mark Tremont’s face. He was stunned for a second before he hurled his fist at the man and pulled Arianne to him. “Ari!” The culprit was promptly restrained by the campus security while Mark Tremont sprinted out the gate carrying Arianne. When Arianna saw the bloodstain on Mark Tremont’s face, her subconscious prompted her to wipe it. He was a clean freak, it must have felt disgusting – he was even frowning… Before her hand could reach his face, however, she blacked out. Mark Tremont looked murderous standing in the corridor outside the hospital emergency ward. The glacial aura he exuded prevented anyone from coming close. Beside him, the dean was anxiously shaking. Never in his dream would he have imagined that there would be an accident for all of Mark Tremont’s visits to the campus. “Mr. Tremont… it’s really an accident. I’m asking for the culprit to be investigated. We’ll make certain of it to pass all necessary judgment!”