He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 127: Chapter 127
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Xavier went to shower.
Maybe because he knew I'd never look at his phone, he hadn't set a passcode.
[Isla, when are you coming back? We miss you so much.]
[Isla, Xavier's got a surprise ready for you!]
Every single message tagged someone all too familiar to me—Isla Bennett.
The student my dad once sponsored.
After bombing the SATs, she turned around and accused my dad of harassment.
Said she'd been constantly harassed by my dad, which traumatized her during the SATs, causing her to score only 1000 points.
At the same time, her complaint letter reached the principal's office during my father's tenure review year.
The story exploded online.
His ten-year teaching license was revoked.
Dad got fired.
His photos were mocked and memed everywhere, and his history of helping students got twisted by clickbait accounts.
To protect me, he sent me to live with my mother.
We lost contact after that.
Everyone started ostracizing me:
"What good could come from a rapist's daughter?"
Only Xavier comforted me:
"Everyone's responsible for their own actions—your dad's mistakes shouldn't affect you."
I tried explaining to him:
"No, my dad didn't..."
"It's okay, I'm dating you, not your dad."
He wouldn't listen to my explanations at all.
Turns out he just didn't care.
Because he'd already decided my father was scum and I was scum's daughter.
Someone in the group chat suddenly said:
[Why did they only film Ivy's face? Xavier couldn't bear to show more, could he?]
[You're an idiot. If they filmed her body, the video would've been banned and couldn't spread.]
[Xavier's so smart.]
[Xavier even sacrificed his virginity for Isla, hahaha.]
The group messages kept popping up.
I tilted my head back, forcing the tears away.
It's okay, Ivy. You still have a home to go back to.
When I got back to the mansion, Mom was sitting on the couch drinking coffee, asking about my situation:
"How's the graduate school thing going?"
I didn't dare tell her:
"Should be pretty much set…"
"Pretty much?"
A slap came out of nowhere.
The ringing in my ears left me disoriented as I asked helplessly:
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"You still have the nerve to ask?"
Her phone hit me in the face, the pain making tears stream down.
Victoria Sterling was furious. "One of my business partners sent me this video! You've humiliated me completely!"
Oh, so it wasn't just people at school who knew.
I covered my rapidly swelling face and immediately dropped to my knees.
"Mom, let me explain..."
I crawled toward her, about to speak, when I saw that familiar face—Isla Bennett—the source of my nightmares.
She was back.
"So explain! Have I ever controlled your dating life? You can date whoever you want, but why make this kind of video?"
"Don't you have any shame?"
"Just as disgusting as your father."
My face went pale as I shook my head, sobbing. "No, Mom, this isn't my fault..."
"Not your fault? Then whose fault is it? Mine? Did I undress you? How can you be so slutty?"
"How could I give birth to a daughter like you!"
Isla sweetly took my mother's arm:
"Aunt Victoria, don't be angry. Maybe Ivy just got confused for a moment..."
When she'd stayed with us for her senior year, Mom had always favored her, always comparing me to her.
"Look at Isla! She never held grudges about what happened back then."
"Perfect timing—she's back now. Get on your knees and apologize to her for your father!"
"I won't kneel to her!"
"If you don't apologize, don't ever come through that door again."
The fine lines around Mom's eyes trembled with emotion.
I challenged her unwillingly:
"Mom, I'm your daughter. Why won't you ever believe me?"
"You dare call yourself my daughter? I don't have such a shameless daughter."
The housekeeper immediately pushed me toward the door:
"Miss, Ms. Sterling's furious right now. Better lay low..."
With that, the door slammed in my face.
Xavier stood outside:
"Why'd you sneak off? Let me drive you back."
Behind me, Isla pushed through the door.
I suddenly wanted to see how far Xavier would take his act as I leaned against him: "Then take me back to campus…"
"Xavier..." Isla called out urgently from the doorway.
Xavier immediately walked toward her.
Halfway there, he seemed to remember me and tried to explain, but only saw my retreating figure.
Maybe because he knew I'd never look at his phone, he hadn't set a passcode.
[Isla, when are you coming back? We miss you so much.]
[Isla, Xavier's got a surprise ready for you!]
Every single message tagged someone all too familiar to me—Isla Bennett.
The student my dad once sponsored.
After bombing the SATs, she turned around and accused my dad of harassment.
Said she'd been constantly harassed by my dad, which traumatized her during the SATs, causing her to score only 1000 points.
At the same time, her complaint letter reached the principal's office during my father's tenure review year.
The story exploded online.
His ten-year teaching license was revoked.
Dad got fired.
His photos were mocked and memed everywhere, and his history of helping students got twisted by clickbait accounts.
To protect me, he sent me to live with my mother.
We lost contact after that.
Everyone started ostracizing me:
"What good could come from a rapist's daughter?"
Only Xavier comforted me:
"Everyone's responsible for their own actions—your dad's mistakes shouldn't affect you."
I tried explaining to him:
"No, my dad didn't..."
"It's okay, I'm dating you, not your dad."
He wouldn't listen to my explanations at all.
Turns out he just didn't care.
Because he'd already decided my father was scum and I was scum's daughter.
Someone in the group chat suddenly said:
[Why did they only film Ivy's face? Xavier couldn't bear to show more, could he?]
[You're an idiot. If they filmed her body, the video would've been banned and couldn't spread.]
[Xavier's so smart.]
[Xavier even sacrificed his virginity for Isla, hahaha.]
The group messages kept popping up.
I tilted my head back, forcing the tears away.
It's okay, Ivy. You still have a home to go back to.
When I got back to the mansion, Mom was sitting on the couch drinking coffee, asking about my situation:
"How's the graduate school thing going?"
I didn't dare tell her:
"Should be pretty much set…"
"Pretty much?"
A slap came out of nowhere.
The ringing in my ears left me disoriented as I asked helplessly:
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"You still have the nerve to ask?"
Her phone hit me in the face, the pain making tears stream down.
Victoria Sterling was furious. "One of my business partners sent me this video! You've humiliated me completely!"
Oh, so it wasn't just people at school who knew.
I covered my rapidly swelling face and immediately dropped to my knees.
"Mom, let me explain..."
I crawled toward her, about to speak, when I saw that familiar face—Isla Bennett—the source of my nightmares.
She was back.
"So explain! Have I ever controlled your dating life? You can date whoever you want, but why make this kind of video?"
"Don't you have any shame?"
"Just as disgusting as your father."
My face went pale as I shook my head, sobbing. "No, Mom, this isn't my fault..."
"Not your fault? Then whose fault is it? Mine? Did I undress you? How can you be so slutty?"
"How could I give birth to a daughter like you!"
Isla sweetly took my mother's arm:
"Aunt Victoria, don't be angry. Maybe Ivy just got confused for a moment..."
When she'd stayed with us for her senior year, Mom had always favored her, always comparing me to her.
"Look at Isla! She never held grudges about what happened back then."
"Perfect timing—she's back now. Get on your knees and apologize to her for your father!"
"I won't kneel to her!"
"If you don't apologize, don't ever come through that door again."
The fine lines around Mom's eyes trembled with emotion.
I challenged her unwillingly:
"Mom, I'm your daughter. Why won't you ever believe me?"
"You dare call yourself my daughter? I don't have such a shameless daughter."
The housekeeper immediately pushed me toward the door:
"Miss, Ms. Sterling's furious right now. Better lay low..."
With that, the door slammed in my face.
Xavier stood outside:
"Why'd you sneak off? Let me drive you back."
Behind me, Isla pushed through the door.
I suddenly wanted to see how far Xavier would take his act as I leaned against him: "Then take me back to campus…"
"Xavier..." Isla called out urgently from the doorway.
Xavier immediately walked toward her.
Halfway there, he seemed to remember me and tried to explain, but only saw my retreating figure.
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