The elderly professor with graying hair remained expressionless, merely distributing the report cards to the approaching students in order, then following procedure to sign and stamp them.
One student after another, coming and going.
The atmosphere in the office was quite lively. Jasmine Yale appeared somewhat out of place among a group of classmates, many of whom she couldn't even name.
It wasn't long before it was her turn.
She received her report card and signed her name.
After signing, the professor shook her hand symbolically, nodded politely and amicably.
Jasmine Yale let out a breath of relief and walked out of the office.
People outside continued to gossip about her as she passed by them, clutching her folder, walking very slowly.
She hadn't committed any crime or wrongdoing, so there was no need to hang her head low. Being pregnant wasn't an unforgivable thing.
