After The Sponsored Female Student Spread Rumors Chapter 1

I had once sponsored a poor student who was about to drop out, ensuring she completed university.

But when I rejected her advances, she started spreading rumours that I was trying to keep her as my mistress.

Suddenly, I found myself in the eye of the storm, bombarded by accusations and insults.

The stress and long-term depression left me mentally shattered, and I ended it all by leaping from a window at Kingsbury College.

Now, given a second chance, I will never sponsor that ungrateful wretch again.

When I opened my eyes again, a tearful girl stood before me.

I blinked, focusing—wasn't that Victoria Bennett?

What on earth? Had I not died?

A quick glance at my phone confirmed the date. It was true—I had been reborn.

This time, I wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes.

“Mr. Clarke?”

Hearing her tentative voice, I snapped back from my thoughts.

“Yes, I'm listening. Go on.”

“I won’t be coming to school from tomorrow. Mum says we can’t afford it anymore. Thank you so much for all your help these past few weeks.”

Her eyes welled up with tears, a sight that had once moved me deeply.

In my previous life, I had been so touched by her situation that, out of a sense of duty as a teacher, I sponsored her tuition fees and living expenses.

I went above and beyond, fulfilling almost every request, all in the hope that she could one day live a better life through her own hard work.

But she repaid my kindness with betrayal. After I rejected her subtle advances, she maliciously spread rumours that I was trying to "keep" her.

I was powerless to defend myself.

Not only that, but she even wrote a public post implying that if I didn’t have ulterior motives, why would I have been so generous? Why sponsor her out of all the struggling students?

The insinuation was clear—I must have had something shameful in mind.

The rumours spread faster than I could have imagined. Before long, people were whispering as soon as I stepped outside, and even online trolls managed to find my family.

I was powerless to stop it. No one cared about the truth. They saw what they wanted to see.

Depression consumed me until, one day, I was so out of it that I jumped out of a window at Kingsbury College, ending a life that should have been full of promise.

The thought of it all sent a chill through my body.

There was no way I would let the same thing happen again.

“Well, if that’s what you and your parents have decided, then let’s go with it.”

She looked shocked, clearly taken aback by my response.

Still frozen in place, she stared at me, so I added, “Anything else? If not, you should leave.”

Watching her walk away, I let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, that problem was sorted.