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.

his favorite, if she was truly

truly impressive," Corbyn admitted sincerely. "I think there's no need for further testing. We can announce you as the winner of this assessment, and I'll happily take you as

you, Master!" Sydney burst out with

with

Sydney, noting her face turning ghostly

a slight, chilling smile. "But with you throwing this in my face,

you mean?"

that her

be 'twisted off', as she put it." Flora's dark eyes locked onto Sydney. "I'm right here, and you dare use my prescription for the assessment. Should I applaud your bravery or

it was clear to anyone paying

prescription is yours?" Corbyn's expression shifted dramatically as he looked sharply at Flora. "Yes." Flora's

"This..."

caught off guard by

Scott was dumbfounded too.

The prescription was Flora's???

to Sydney, his

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