#Chapter 187 You Shouldn’t Have Done That

I was eating a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup in the dining room when Andrew stormed in that night. It was a rare moment when I could hear him stomping down the hall before I caught his intoxicating smell wafting through the door. He was pissed. I placed my sandwich down on my plate and braced myself for his lecture. Andrew came to a halt in front of me, towering over me. “Did you go to Bob’s apartment today?” he demanded. “Hello to you, too,” I said, avoiding the subject. “Answer the question.” “Yes.” Andrew huffed out a breath through his nostrils. “Why?” “Someone had to confront him about what he did to Eliza.” “No, no one did, not yet. You especially didn’t have to.” I stood up, pulling myself as tall as I possibly could. “Yes, I did. He hurt one of my friends, and I couldn’t let him get away with that.” “I thought that you understood that I had it under control—” “How? By just letting him get away with it?” “The police arrested the man who actually beat Eli