On the phone, Draven was on another call. It was his professor — and the news was worse than he feared.
"The makeup test and exams are today. If you can't make it, I'm afraid you'll have to step down from the faculty." The words hit him like ice. First it was his parents… now this.
He didn't know where to start or who to confide in. He would have told Daniel, but what could Daniel do? Daniel couldn't help him not get married, and his parents needed the money badly.
"Why do they always call me when they need help? Why?!" Draven thought, twisting the problem in his head. Now he was expected to go to school and finish exams he hadn't studied for.
What would he even write? Dropping out would bring scandal on his parents. He knew he wasn't good at the course — he'd entered only to make his parents proud — and now he was paying for it: constant failures, rewriting exams, shame piling up.
"Okay, sir. I understand. When is the scheduled time?" Draven asked, praying it wouldn't be soon.
