Chapter 475 The Dead Don’t Lie
If it weren’t for her three older brothers working overseas, Halbert would never have been the one left to watch over Eliza.
Eliza knew she’d acted recklessly today, so she softened. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing
She was sure the man who killed himself hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone–he just wanted to use the internet to clear someone’s name: Emilia.
At that moment, the school principal lingered nervously outside the door, too afraid to enter.
Halbert spotted him and said with authority, “You’re the principal? Come in
The principal wiped the sweat off his temples and stepped inside. After that call from Ronaldo, he knew this visit had to be handled perfectly.
He approached Eliza and gave a deep bow before speaking. “Today’s incident was a serious oversight on the school’s part. We never expected it to escalate like this. Miss Rivers, I sincerely apologize. The security staff have already been disciplined, and the dean of the medical school is under investigation. I assure you, the police will uncover the truth soon.”
“That’s not what I want to hear,” Eliza said coldly. “What’s the name of the student who committed suicide today?”
“His name was Ethan,” the principal answered stiffly. “A graduate student in the medical school. No one knows what got into him… he completely lost control.”
The disgust in his voice was obvious. The boy could’ve died quietly, he thought—but instead, Ethan had caused a public scene, wielded a weapon, and livestreamed his suicide. Ruined the school’s image, that’s what he really cared about.
Eliza saw through it instantly.
Her voice turned sharper. “And this Emilia he spoke of–what happened to her?”
“We conducted an internal investigation. Emilia was Ethan’s girlfriend–they’d been together for seven or eight years. Both were admitted to the med school, but Emilia was far more gifted. She was quiet, withdrawn… eventually her mind twisted under pressure. After killing another student, Sun Ning, she apparently took her own life out of guilt.”
“Guilt?” Eliza narrowed her eyes. “How can you be so sure it was a guilt–driven suicide?”
“There was a note,” the principal replied stiffly. “The police closed the case. Even if you don’t trust the school, Miss Rivers, surely you trust the police?”
His tone had turned defensive, even annoyed. “We will take steps to ensure this doesn’t happen again.”
Eliza’s smile was chilly. “Such devotion to your duty, Principal. Three students dead, and you barely seem fazed.”
Her gaze was razor sharp.
“I’ve heard that students die af Claire University every year. Don’t you think that’s a little too frequent? And these recent incidents–especially in the medical school–don’t exactly seem like coincidences. Ha
and I both attend Claire. I wonder if we’re even safe here anymore. If something like this happens again… I doubt
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you’ll remain in your position much longer.
The principal turned pale and began to sweat again.
He now realized Eliza wasn’t planning to let this go.
“… please rest assured, nothing like this will ever happen again.”
Eliza leaned back slightly, still calm. “I’m not unreasonable. Once the police finish their investigation, I want to be the first to know the findings. Also, I want the full background of all three students involved–today Can you do that?”
The principal had assumed Eliza was soft–spoken. He hadn’t realized how cutting she could be. In just a few lines, she had cornered him completely.
Normally, the identities and records of deceased students were confidential.
But Eliza was technically a victim in this incident. She had the right to know. He was about to find a way to decline–until he looked up and met Halbert’s eyes.
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Halbert’s voice was cold. “If you try to dodge this, we’ll just have Tristan call you himself.”
“No, no! Please don’t involve him. I’ll send someone to collect their files immediately. Just… please keep in mind that this information is sensitive. The police don’t want it made public.”
“I understand,” Eliza replied. “Only I will see it.”
“Good. I’ll have them prepared right away.”
The principal hurried outside and gave the order to the dean of student affairs.
Inside, Eliza sat quietly, her mind racing.
There’s something wrong with this place.
For such a serious incident, she found it odd how little chatter there was from the med school side–no heated posts, no outrage, no mourning. Just… silence.
“Unless I’m mistaken,” Eliza said slowly, “isn’t the med school on the east side of campus?”
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