?<strong>Chapter 1002:</strong>


    “Rickey, if you’d invested half as much effort in your studies as you do in Aurora, your father might’ve let youe home by now.”


    “Are you mocking me?” Rickey retorted, his voiceced with nonchnce. “You know I could surpass you without breaking a sweat.”


    Dunn didn’t hesitate. “Go ahead, then. Try it.”


    Rickey’s jaw clenched as he gripped his phone, his forced smile fading away. “Don’t think so highly of yourself, Dunn. If it weren’t for me watching over her, would you even be able to see her now? If I wanted topete with you, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”


    Dunn stood at the edge of the corridor, one hand in his pocket. “So, you’ve finally said it. I only asked you to watch over her for a while. Don’t get any illusions— you and she are not meant to be together.”


    Rickey sneered, his voice dripping with defiance. “Why don’t I just call her and ask her about it?”


    Dunn’s tone turned icy. “I thought all these years would mature both you and Aurora. Clearly, I was wrong. You’re still the same impulsive boy.”


    Rickey clenched his teeth, bitterness coursing through him. He knew he wasn’t as outstanding as Dunn, but was it so wrong to fall in love with Aurora?


    “Dunn, I don’t want to fight with you. It’s you who can’t tolerate me.”


    “Put yourself in my shoes. Would you tolerate someone like me? You were the one who insisted on leaving the country. I gave you a chance back then.”


    Rickey’s frustration boiled over; he wanted to hurl his phone across the room. But Dunn remained unshaken.


    “You’re an adult now. It’s time to take responsibility for your decisions. To be honest, you’re not in a position topete with me. If you behave, we can still be friends. But if you can’t control yourself, I won’t owe you any favors.”


    With that, Dunn ended the call.


    The pharmacy was on the first floor, so Aurora would naturally being up the left staircase. Dunn stood by the right staircase, but he didn’t bother checking the signs and decided to take the left one.


    Sure enough, halfway down the stairs, their paths crossed.


    “Dunn, I’ve got the medicine for you. Make sure to apply it on time!”


    “Okay. Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”


    “Thank you so much for today!”


    The sound of a phone smashing against the wall shattered the tense silence. Its fragments scattered across the cold marble floor, their sharp edges glinting under the light.


    The woman kneeling on the carpet gasped, her breath hitching as quiet sobs escaped her lips.


    “Shut up!” Rickey roared, his voice slicing through her tears like a de. The sharpmand silenced her instantly.


    He forced himself to calm down, settling back into his chair, his jaw clenched. His fists were tight, veins bulging as if they might burst under the pressure.


    The woman crawled toward him, desperation etched in every movement. Clutching his trouser leg with trembling hands, she pleaded, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again!”


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