Chapter 1285

"Heh..."

A low chuckle slipped out as Flora tossed the prescription onto the table, leaning back in her chair with a gaze as frosty as a winter morning, fixed squarely on Sydney.

Meeting Flora's eyes, Sydney felt like her scalp was about to burst. Her whole body started to tremble slightly. "Sydney, be honest, did you really write this yourself?" Corbyn asked sternly, his gaze boring into Sydney.

"I..." Sydney clenched her teeth, avoiding Flora's piercing look. "Yeah, I wrote it."

She couldn't back down now!

She put on a face of heartbreak, as if Corbyn's doubts had wounded her pride deeply.

Seeing the would-be medical prodigy turn pale, Scott jumped in, "Corbyn, seriously? Enough already. Doubting her time and again. Sydney's the real deal; she wrote it. How could she plagiarize? With her top-notch talent at the Medical Institute, who could she possibly copy? If she plagiarized, I'll eat my hat!"

Corbyn, too, felt the chance of Sydney plagiarizing was slim, and his expression softened.

Sydney's personality wasn't his favorite, if she was truly

testing. We can announce you as the winner of this assessment, and I'll happily

you, Master!" Sydney burst

quick with that,

Sydney, noting her face turning ghostly pale. "Do you wish

chilling smile. "But with you throwing this in my face, I can't

you mean?" Scott's gaze

means that her

'twisted off', as she put it." Flora's dark eyes locked onto Sydney. "I'm right here, and you dare use

words, it was clear to anyone paying attention that

dramatically as he looked

"This..."

glances, caught off guard by

Scott was dumbfounded too.

The prescription was Flora's???

is this true?" He turned to Sydney, his

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