Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

23. The Hearing

I got released from the hospital earlier than anyone anticipated, leaving a bunch of baffled doctors as I left. Had it not been for the ethical laws of the country that prevented human experimentation, I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t have been able to make it out of the hospital anytime soon. They looked like they were dying to put me into a glass box so they could find out what secrets that lay within my body. My finger is still broken, and it will take about a month for it to heal, hence it is in a cast. The bruises on my body are faded, and the ribs are still smarting. I get massive headaches from time to time, and half the medicine allocated to me is painkillers. But I’m upright, and I can walk. That’s healed enough for me. Gerald and Coraline come to take me home from the hospital, and I realize that I still have a long way to go in order to become fully functional as I fall asleep halfway through the trip. I have been given an indefinite leave of absence by the university, none of the lectures or exams I’m missing will affect my coursework, and after I healed and returned, I had plenty of opportunity to catch up. And so I spend the next few days at home sleeping and eating, eating and sleeping. I do nothing, no matter how hard it is.

But it pays off. Soon, I am fit enough to nearly function as I did before.

And that’s when the email comes.

The hearing regarding my physical assault is a closed-off, highly confidential affair, as a result of the university trying to do its best to have some kind of damage control regarding the whole situation. But the secrecy makes it worse, and when I arrive at the campus grounds, there’s a bunch of reported parked outside, interviewing students and lectures, basically hounding everyone that was entering or exiting. From inside the car, Gerald and I watch them.

“Let’s take the back entrance,” I tell Gerald, “I do not fancy sticking my face in the evening news.”

The back entrance, which is one of the seven auxiliary entrances to the King’s College university grounds is the least known, hence we find no reporters there. Our car parks right in front of the administrative building of the university, where the Dean’s office is situated in, and Gerald and I hastily make our way inside to avoid any sort of attention.

Within the Dean’s office, the whole university board, as well as representatives from the student’s union, the school council, department heads, and professors are all present, and it’s fortunate that the Dean’s office is larger enough to place them all and still have extra space. Everyone’s expression is somber.

their best to not let it show. Stone looks no better than he did the last time, but when I look at him I feel no guilt. Serves him right for everything he put me through. At least now he will learn his lesson. Behind

much time

with rage, “he started all of this because he was jealous of

I protested, eyes wide at the blatant lies that were being told, “I wanted nothing to do with your son, your son is the one who

we are aware of every altercation that took part between your

of the distasteful prank he played on Mr. Greyson at hand. That alone

widen, “what?!”

came forward and told us everything that happened firsthand. After her, a few more students witnessed me. Greyson being bullied came forward as well. That is how. we knew that

company!” Mr. Jeffreys insists, and the Dean inclines his

is none of the university’s concern,” he notes, “but for clarity’s sake, Mr. Greyson, did you do what he accuses