Tyson Law heard the crying voice of Fiona Vaughn behind him, and his face instantly showed a rigid expression.
How did Fiona know he was here?
"Cecilia, I..."
The man's hands clenched into fists, and he stared blankly at Cecilia Vaughn for several moments. The passionate declaration he had prepared stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
Meanwhile, Fiona was jogging in small steps and quickly rushed in front of the two of them, tears suddenly streaming down.
"Sister, Tyson, why are you two meeting secretly at Stellerton University?"
She was already delicate and fragile, and now her eyes were red, making her even more pitiful and lovable.
...
"Fiona Vaughn, is your brain soaked? This is the east gate of Stellerton University. Even if I weren't a student here, in such a public place, you accuse me and Tyson of a private meeting with just a few words?"
"I have an evening class at Stellerton today. Are you going to blame me because your husband didn't come home?"
