Chapter 250 Perhaps it was fate

Betty's call came through immediately, and I had no choice but to turn off my phone.

After ending the call with Betty, I felt completely drained.

Staring out of the car window, it wasn't long before I saw Betty emerge from the school.

There she was, clutching her high heels in her hands, running barefoot out of the school, tears streaming down her face.

A few scattered individuals were at the school entrance, but Betty's disheveled appearance still drew many curious glances.

The security guard stood agape, as no one knew why the famously beautiful teacher was in such a state, running out of the school barefoot and clutching her shoes, completely disregarding her image.

Betty ran straight to Michael's Accord, flung open the passenger door, and dove inside.

Less than a minute later, the car started, made a sharp turn, and ran a red light at the intersection, heading in the direction of my house.