Chapter 4

"This professor looks all prim and proper. Is he just some rich woman's boy toy?"

"My heart goes out to the original poster and her boyfriend. They struggled for three years abroad, only to come back and find their home stolen, and the child brainwashed by a stepdad."

"Dox her! Women like this deserve to be cyberbullied to death!"

Although my photo was pixelated, anyone who knew me would recognize me instantly.

In my company's chat group, people were already subtly discussing the matter.

A tidal wave of malice surged towards me.

In my previous life, I was driven to resign by this very public backlash, even falling into depression.

But now, looking at the hateful words, my heart felt strangely calm.

Because I knew these people would soon learn just how dangerous a person they had provoked.

The car stopped at the gate of Northwestern University. I immediately spotted Liam, surrounded by a crowd.

He was ranting, tears streaming, telling the surrounding students how he'd been cuckolded and his son taken from him.

Jasmine stood by, crying dramatically, fueling the righteous indignation of many unsuspecting students.

"Julian! You coward! Get out here!"

Liam yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Stealing my wife, taking my son, what kind of man are you?! If you have the guts, come out and face me!"

Just then, the teaching building doors opened.

Julian walked out slowly.

He was still wearing that white shirt, his expression composed.

Seeing him, Liam seemed pumped full of adrenaline, rushing forward instantly.

"You're Julian? You home-wrecker! Give me back my wife and child!"

"Mr. Miller, please watch your language."

Julian adjusted his glasses, his voice quiet but carrying undeniable authority.

"Sarah is currently my legal wife, and Noah is my son."

His calmness stood in stark contrast to Liam's frenzy.

Liam was momentarily speechless, then grew even more enraged.

"Proof of identity means nothing! Blood ties can't be changed! What right does a poor teacher like you have to raise my son?!"

He pointed at my luxury car not far away, his face full of scorn.

"Can you even afford that car? You're just spending my woman's money! Everything you eat, everything you wear, isn't it all from me?"

"I'm telling you, today you either give me back my child, or you pay me a million dollars in emotional damages! Otherwise, I'm not done with you!"

The surrounding students burst into an uproar, pointing and whispering about Julian.

Julian's expression finally darkened. He looked at Liam as if he were already dead.

"You want a million dollars?"

"Yes! A million, not a penny less!" Liam, thinking Julian was scared, grew even more arrogant.

"Alright."

Julian nodded, pulled out his phone, and made a call.

"Come to Northwestern University. I need you to clean up some trash," he said, his tone flat.

Liam and Jasmine were stunned.

The surrounding students exchanged confused glances, unsure what was happening.

Less than ten minutes later, several black Audi A6s pulled up on campus. Several middle-aged men in suits got out. Leading them was none other than President Thompson of Northwestern University.

Mr. Thompson hurried forward, followed by several department heads. They bypassed Liam and walked straight to Julian, their posture extremely deferential, almost subservient.

"Mr. Cooper! You didn't have to come all this way. You could have just sent word!"

"Is this the ignorant person causing trouble on your campus?"

The entire scene fell silent.