Henry stood up and stretched out a hand to Gallon. “Hi, Gallon, it’s been a long time.”

Gallon ignored him and took Claire’s hand to leave the place.

Henry suddenly stopped Claire and said with a smile, “Miss Claire, do you really dare to associate with this kind of person? My old classmate killed someone with hypnotism.”

Gallon paused, then suddenly turned his head and stared at Henry. “Shut up!”

Henry ignored him and just looked at Claire. “Aren’t you afraid of being hypnotized by him and never waking up? If you have any issues, I can provide you with the most comprehensive treatment.”

“I said shut up!” Gallon rushed to Henry with a dash and violently grabbed his collar.

The cup was knocked to the ground and smashed into pieces. Making a loud bang, it broke the silence in the cafe.

The guests in the cafe looked at them.

Henry remained calm and unhurried, staring at Gallon, with a cold smile on his lips.

He said coldly, “How did you feel when you saw that girl die in front of you? Were you sad? Were you afraid? Do you still feel guilty? I heard that she died in your hands before her twentieth birthday…”

“Shut up! Just shut up! Don’t talk anymore!” Gallon roared madly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was distorted with pain. He clenched his fists and was about to punch Henry.

At this moment, Claire suddenly spoke up. “I believe in him.”

Gallon froze.

Henry was also taken aback and looked at her slightly surprised.

Expressionless, Claire said word by word, “The moment I allowed him to hypnotize me, I had handed over my life to him. Even if there is an accident, even if it is death, I will definitely not blame him.”

She looked at Gallon, her eyes shining. “I believe that the girl must have thought so too.”

Gallon’s pupils shrank. As if finally regaining his senses, he slowly loosened his grip on Henry’s collar. He took Claire’s hand and rushed out of the cafe.

Outside, the night was dim.

“Don’t contact me again in the future.” Gallon quickly let go of Claire’s hand and walked forward alone. Under the streetlamp, his shadow was elongated.

“Gallon, give me a reason!” Claire chased after him.

Gallon turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot.

He roared hoarsely. “Didn’t you hear what he said? I killed someone! It’s the person whose grave I visit every year! Are you not afraid of me now? Get lost if you are! I won’t hypnotize you anymore! I don’t want you to die in my hands!”

Claire closed her eyes, trying to suppress her anger. “We’ve known each other for four years. Have I ever investigated your past? Do you think that I will mind your past?!”

Gallon clutched his hair irritably. “I am in a mess currently. Don’t follow me right now!”

With that, he walked forward alone, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Claire rubbed her temple and returned to the Smiths’ house. She spent a sleepless night.

The next day.

The rooftop of the teaching building.

After taking the last mouthful of soda, Derek looked at his watch and got up from the chair. “Um… it’s time for me to receive Mr. Walker’s tutoring. I’m leaving.”

“Damn!” Larry looked at him as if looking at a ghost. “You can’t be serious, are you? Are you gay?”

“No!” Derek said, curling up the corners of his lips, smiling evilly. “He ensured that I got scolded. I was almost kicked out of the house by my uncle. Do you think I will let him off? I must make him pay a heavy price!”