Chapter 237

Abigail clenched her fists, staring awkwardly at Eleanor. Bowing her head and begging Eleanor for help felt like throwing her dignity on the ground to be trampled on. Yet, the only one who could help her out of this predicament was... Eleanor. She cursed her rotten luck—who would’ve expected Jerome to appear so suddenly? Eleanor gave them a casual look, her expression cold and aloof. "You made your own mistakes. Now, bear the consequences," she said with calm conviction. "Just because you didn’t succeed in harming me, does that mean the harm you tried to inflict doesn't exist?" Eleanor’s gaze then locked onto Abigail. Her eyes narrowed, revealing a frosty chill. "Abigail, I wonder if you remember... we made a bet on the first day I came to Harvard University." At her words, Abigail’s expression shifted to one of confusion, and then... as if she suddenly recalled something, her eyes widened in shock. "You...,” she gasped, her body stiffening. Eleanor looked down at her as if she were a