They Said I Spent 80,000, I Had 800 Chapter 07

They Said I Spent 80,000, I Had 800 Chapter 07

Dad contacted the university that very same day.

By that afternoon, the post had been deleted, and the account that published it was permanently

banned.

The forum administrators posted an official notice stating that any content involving personal

attacks would be strictly dealt with.

The police took action as well.

Dad filed a report for cyberbullying, defamation, and embezzlement, turning the matter over to law

enforcement.

When I got back to my dorm room, I opened my laptop and sent a message to our class group chat.

No preamble, no excuses–just screenshots of every bank transfer, my medical records, pay stubs from my jobs, and the IOU notes.

At the very bottom, I added a brief statement:

[I worked cleaning the cafeteria because I couldn’t afford meals. Someone took that photo of me secretly. My brother sent it to our family group, claiming I was an embarrassment.]

[I only received eight hundred dollars a month, so I had to work three jobs. I couldn’t even afford my medication, and I ended up hospitalized due to gastric bleeding.]

[Sorry you all had to see me like this.]

After sending it, I shut my laptop and took a shower.

When I stepped out, my phone was vibrating non–stop.

People in the group chat were apologizing, and a few classmates mentioned noticing something felt off about my meals back then.

I scrolled through the messages one by one without replying.

I was simply waiting for justice to finally catch up.

As for Nikki, she must have realized she was in too deep to talk her way out, so she reached out to

the police herself and offered to cooperate.

She turned on Kaysen, accusing him of fraud while handing over all their transfer records and text

logs.

She even revealed that Kaysen had used my allowance money to make a down payment on a sports car for himself.

read that and felt nothing in particular.

I only felt a cold realization that someone I once trusted had turned out so thoroughly rotten.

The police apprehended Kaysen at the train station while he was attempting to flee.

Someone filmed the arrest and posted it online, but I didn’t bother watching it.

Dad took me to the police station to give supporting statements.

The interrogation room door was cracked open slightly, the muffled voices of officers echoing from

inside.

When they escorted Kaysen out, he passed in front of me.

“Are you happy now?” he spat.

“You’re going to pay back every single thing you stole from me,” I replied coldly.

I turned and walked away as his furious roars erupted behind me.

Kaysen was officially placed under arrest.