Professor F

Chapter 43

August’s starting to get curious of what they're talking about. "I'm sorry I caused him this—"

Stella clenches her fist and in a second, she saw her hand landing a sound slap on Phoebe's right

cheek.

The other woman touches her swollen cheek and looked at Stella before she noticed her as she

stepped out from her hiding place. Stella then followed Phoebe's gaze and saw her.

"You should leave, Phoebe. We don't need you here. It's too late acting like a concerned girlfriend after

you left him. We all know you're only doing this now because you've learned he's a prince." Stella said NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

coldly.

Phoebe left Stella and walked passed her. She was about to follow her when Stella stopped her. "Don't

go after her. She's the worst. How dare she shows up here when she was the reason why Flynn is like

this?!" She stepped inside Flynn's room.

August followed her. "I'm sorry if I listened to your conversation. But I gotta ask—what kind of accident

did Flynn had?"

Stella looked surprised she didn't know and then sighed, as if realizing Flynn may have not said

something to her. "Flynn probably didn't tell you yet because he's not completely recovered from it,

emotionally. His injuries healed in two months and he was back to work after." She looked at his

brother. "He had a car accident after Phoebe left him for another guy. It must be hard for him to talk

about it. And I know, it's also hard for him to keep it from you. But please understand him, August. Give

him time." Stella holds her arm gently.

She was quiet and she started to connect the dots. Is it the reason why Flynn rarely drives a car? It

was only one time when they headed to the airport for New York.

She looked at Flynn. He's really full of mystery. He's mostly quiet and reserved. He doesn't have so

many people around him in campus. And only have his close friends from London that I could count

with my fingers. He's been through a lot since he was young—learning parts of it from Father Philips.

This is the first time I've witnessed him being this sick and weak. And it was after earlier—there must

be something that triggered it.

"Did something happen earlier today, August?" Stella asked when she was quietly looking at Flynn.

"Good evening." Father Philips knocks on the door and greeted them. "Oh you're already here, Stella!

Hi, August! I was the one who called her. How's Flynn?" Father Philips explained as he enters the

room.

"I was in town for a charity event and to visit a patient. Thank God I'm here and thank you for calling me

Father." Stella said before facing her. "Let me have your phone."

"W—Why?" She asked but still gave the phone to her.

"Remember to call me as well when this happens. I can always book a jet to come here."

Her mouth dropped. Really? A jet?

She was about to ask Stella about Phoebe but Flynn started moving and whispered, in his half-

conscious state. "Don't leave me. Please stay."

She went beside him and holds his hand. "I'm here."

Stella looked at her. "What did he say?"

"I—I don't know. He keeps saying—" Then it hit her. She was telling him that she's dropping all her

subjects and will go home—that must have done it!

"Were you breaking up with him? August, are you leaving my brother, too?" Stella looked upset again.

She stayed quiet as she looked away. "This is why I pretended to be his girlfriend! He's not ready. He

doesn't deserve to go through the same pain again after what Phoebe did. She left him. Father Jacobs

left him. Mother left him when he was a baby. Everyone's lea—"

"Stop it, Stella." Flynn whispered softly, now he's fully awake. He tried to sit but he shrieked in pain

while touching his forehead.

She was stunned and pinned on her place, standing beside Flynn's bed. She wasn't ready with that

revelation from Stella. Her eyes were almost in tears, it shows how much her brother means to her.

When she recovered from shock and the tension in the room started to rise, she lowered her gaze and

said "I—I'll call the nurse." But Flynn grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"I'm alright. Don't leave." Flynn said. "Could you please give us a moment?" He asked the other two

people in the room.

Father Philips nodded and left with Stella. "We'll be outside."

There was a moment of silence and she couldn't look at Flynn directly. He reached for her hand,

crossing their fingers and asked her to sit beside him on the bed. "Please."

She nodded and she felt his arms around her waist as he moved his face close to hers. "Don't go

anywhere." He rests his face on her shoulders. "When you said you'll drop your subjects and leave, I

just—my mother, Father Jacobs and Phoebe, all of them made a flashback and for a moment, I felt so

terrified of losing I hold dear. Again."

She could feel Flynn's body shaking again. She hugged him tight. "It's alright. I'm here. I'm not going

anywhere." But after he kissed me in campus in front of those students, how can I show up in campus,

at the cafe or in class? Damn, I don't care anymore. I'll figure something out.