Hearing her question, I was caught off guard.
There were reasons behind this incident. Judging from her words, I shouldn't have hit them.
I had reported to the counselor many times about Estelle and Libby spreading rumors about me, but she ignored me and turned a blind eye to it.
I fought back because I couldn't bear them anymore, but now it seemed like it was all my fault.
Per the counselor, I was fully responsible for this incident.
Per her, the college paid the most attention to student's safety issues. She asked me to take Estelle and Libby to the hospital for examination, saying I would pay for all the medical expenses.
I wasn't convinced. I would never admit that it was my fault.
The counselor tried to convince me both emotionally and rationally.
"If you are willing to take responsibility, I won't record this incident on your file. No matter how young and impulsive you are, you should think about your future."
I took Estelle and Libby to the hospital.
Libby made an outrageous request, asking for a full-body examination, from head to toe.
The cost of a complete set of examinations was nearly ten thousand dollars per person.
I said, "It's impossible."