RankNovelChapter 1030
"Listen-" Blake paused, dragging out his words, "Cynthia, | was the one who graded your resit exams."
The implication was obvious: as long as he wanted, Cynthia wouldn't pass her resits, and she'd have to retake
the course.
And that would be the end of the line for Cynthia.
No reputable hospital would hire a student with retakes on their record.
"Screw you!"
Cynthia couldn't hold back anymore. She grabbed the hefty stack of papers she'd painstakingly written and
hurled it straight at Blake!
Blake hadn't seen it coming. He didn't even flinch, and the stack smacked him right in the face!
Blake was in disbelief, his voice cracking, "Cynthia, you have the nerve to hit a teacher?"
Before he could finish, Eilies snatched a pen holder from the desk and chucked it at him. "So what if | did hit
you?"
Damn. If they kept holding back, they'd end up as doormats!
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This time, Blake was ready and dodged in time, but his face turned a darker shade of red.
As a professor, their teacher, did they really have the guts to stand up to him? Did they not respect him at all?
"Eilies, don't think | won't deal with you just because your family's well-off! I'll let it slide this time, but there
won't be a next! And you, Cynthia! Do you think you compare to Eilies? Is your family background as good as
hers? Are your parents big shots in politics or business? Just a regular office worker, right? Do you have the guts
to takeon?"
"And this work of yours-" Blake's gaze fell on the papers on the desk. He squinted, walked over, picked them up,
tossed them on the ground, stomped on them hard, and then dumped them in the trash! "This is just trash!"
"Trash belongs in the trash can, wouldn't you agree?"
Those papers were the product of Cynthia's sleepless nights, and now, seeing them trampled under Blake's feet,
torn to shreds, made her eyes burn with tears.
Eilies's anger hit the roof!
Yet Blake felt triumphant. Recently, because of Flora, he'd lost all face. He couldn't take it out on other teachers,
so he picked on these students.
Seeing their defiant yet helpless faces gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
He clapped his hands with glee and strutted out.
Cynthia crouched on the floor, staring at the heap of papers in the trash, tears streaming down her face.
All those sleepless nights, all her hard work...
Eilies, seeing her so upset, felt a
lump in
Per throat. She picked up her
phone and shot a quick text to her
parents.
Someone needed to put Blake in his place!
"Oh my goodness!"
SWOOo
The guidance counselor rushed in, only to be met with the chaos of the office, nearly fainting at the sight.
Cynthia had rushed over after seeing her clinical practice results, and the counselor had called Flora to catch up,
but got delayed and ope
now.
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"Cynthia, don't worry. | just called Flora; she should be here any moment."
The counselor tried to calm her down, knowing that things would be much easier to handle once Flora arrived.
Initially, the counselor considered
reaching out to Jules and Mr. Richard, but with Jules buried in experiments and Mr. Richard busy with medical
base duties, she didn't dare disturb them and opted to call Flora instead.
"Flora's coming?" Hearing this, Cynthia forgot her tears, quickly looking up.
"Yes, | spoke with Flora. She should be here soon, she-Flora?!"
Her words caught in her throat.
The counselor spotted Flora standing at the door.
The girl stood tall and straight at the doorway.
Like a pine tree shrouded in morning mist, standing firm yet exuding a cold aura.
It was a sight that inspired both awe and fear.
Chilling to the bone.
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