[More than that, she posted the teacher's name online if she didn't agree to her withdrawal.]
Seeing the backlash, Michele instinctively deleted my comment. This further solidified her accusation of repaying kindness with enmity. I didn’t need to worry about the rest; someone would find justice for me.
Just then, the doorbell rang and a clear voice came from outside, "Miss Patricia, it's me."
It was my neighbor, Charles Dickens.
He looked somewhat worried, "I saw it on my phone; I came to check on you. I had a pretty good impression of this neighbor. He was a policeman, much stronger than Caleb, but very shy.
I was always wary of strangers, but Charles gave me a strange sense of familiarity.
So I led him inside and greeted him, “I'm fine, just a little tired.”
Charles sat up straight, speaking with righteous indignation, “If she spreads false information like that, you can call the police once it reaches a certain number of views.”
I poured him a glass of water and placed it in front of him, “No need. She'll suffer endlessly afterward.”