Seeing the figure in the hallway, Ellie Doyle's eyes couldn't help but turn red.
She stared intently at the figure in front of her, her voice choked with emotion, "Hugo Hayes, I knew it, you wouldn't be in trouble... I just knew..."
Barefoot, she walked straight and quickly toward him, throwing herself into Hugo's arms, her tears already blurring her vision, "Do you know how worried I was? You fool, why didn't you tell me earlier... why did you keep it from me."
Listening to Ellie Doyle's tearful complaints, a touch of heartache appeared in Hugo's eyes. He gently embraced her waist, patting her back with both sympathy and amusement, his voice lowering, "Fool, who's the idiot here, you or me? All those things you said, I heard them."
Hugo Hayes' arms tightened around Ellie Doyle's waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, murmuring, "Professor Doyle, don't you have anything to explain to me?"
By explanation, he meant those things she said about not loving him.