Phoebe's POV
When I set down my utensils, Harold pulled out a tissue and offered it to me. "Heading to campus for classes today?"
I gave a quick nod. "Yeah, I've got morning lectures."
Despite knowing what yesterday's public demonstration might bring, taking time off wasn't an option for me.
I trusted Chad's skills—he wouldn't let a "promising student" like me get snatched away easily.
Harold paused, considering his words before speaking quietly. "I'll drive you over. Use the west entrance—it's quieter, easier to slip through."
I shrugged, responding without much thought. "Sure."
Maybe Harold was hinting that people might be camping out at the main gates.
His guess proved right. As Alistair steered around Clearwater University's main entrance, I spotted several vehicles parked near the school gates from a distance. Clusters of people stood watching the entrance, and I even recognized some of the veteran experts from yesterday's crowd.
