"I’m scared." Evelyn cried, "Could it be... my uncle’s true identity has been found out by them? Everyone will know I’ve found a Cowherd? They’ll definitely want to reach out to parents, stir up Aunt May, and then..."
She dared not think further about what could happen next.
"Evelyn!" Cecilia Lynch held her hand, "Don’t panic! First, try to understand the situation. No matter what happens, face it calmly! If things get worse, you’ll still have ! I’ll always support you!"
Evelyn wanted to cry but there were no tears. She desperately wished to disappear from this world, unwilling to face the horoom teacher and principal.
Oh God!
She regretted it to death!
Why did she seek out a Cowherd after getting drunk?
Does she have so hidden special fetish?
After saying goodbye to Cecilia, Evelyn hurried to school.
Upon entering the principal’s office, seeing the principal and horoom teacher’s faces relatively calm, Evelyn’s heart was still in her throat, almost jumping out.
"Sit." The principal said kindly, yet exuding the authority expected of a wise older man, "Miss Morgan, you’re a student at our school, a university student getting married isn’t a common occurrence, as the principal of our school, I should thoroughly understand this situation, please cooperate, and tell the ins and outs."
Evelyn barely dared to sit, she hung her head like a child who had done wrong, her hands behind her back, looking pathetically honest.
But her mind was racing—while everyone still didn’t know her uncle’s identity as a Cowherd, she mustn’t nervously blurt it out.
Once the news of hiring a Cowherd spreads, her life might explode!
"It’s a misunderstanding," she explained in a small voice, "He’s not my husband, I didn’t get married, it’s just a... a reason my uncle ca up with to help when he knew I was going to refuse my senior’s confession."
Even Evelyn herself couldn’t believe this was true when she finished speaking.
But, frustratingly, it was exactly the truth!
"Miss Morgan, you shouldn’t lie to the principal!" The horoom teacher pressured, "You’re an adult, we won’t interfere if you get married. You don’t have to hide it, boldly say it out."
Evelyn looked at the horoom teacher with a distressed face, hoping to convey the truth through her eyes.
But what she received back was big bold writing of sheer distrust.
"Don’t be afraid." The principal said in a deep voice, "We just want to know sothing about your husband. For example, who is he, what does he do? A comprehensive understanding of the situation is my care as a principal for the students!"
Evelyn was bewildered.
Whether she’s married or not, does it have anything to do with her husband’s occupation?
Why are they so eager to know what her uncle does?
Could it be they’ve heard rumors, guessed her uncle’s profession?
Oh no!
"I’m really not married!" Evelyn beca more anxious, "If you don’t believe , you can check at the civil affairs bureau!"
She tried her best to distance herself from her uncle, grasping onto the hope that even if his identity were to be revealed, she’d have so ground to deny it.
But once her uncle’s identity slips, she’d have no defense!
The principal and horoom teacher exchanged a glance, then looked back at Evelyn, only half-believing her words.
"Then, what’s his surna?" The principal continued questioning.
Evelyn’s lips awkwardly twitched, she actually only knew that her uncle’s na included the character "Caden."
The principal’s face turned stern, "Even this you’re unwilling to say?"
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