Chapter 190

"But your seniors haven't seen Xyla with their own eyes, have they?" Quentin's forehead creased. "I'm sure you're aware that we can't jump to conclusions about things we haven't witnessed with our own eyes!"

Noelle looked at him and suddenly clammed up. She was afraid that his next words would be, "Do you have to brand Xy as a liar to feel better?" Much like the day he asked her, "Why are you so dead set on pushing Xy to the brink?"

"Alright." She spun around and left in disappointment. Quentin felt conflicted as he watched her get into a cab. When did she become so stubborn?

Just then, his phone rang. He noticed the caller ID was Ava and answered it. Her voice was frantic. "This is bad, Mr. Lowe. Ms. Cadwell slit her wrist!"

Quentin felt a jolt course through his body. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted toward the ward. Xyla was lying on the bed, her slender arm hanging over the edge. Blood was dripping from a gash on her wrist.

His mind went blank, and he almost fell to