Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Just as Madeleine received the news, it hit her like a gut punch. This year, the graduate funding at the college was overwhelmingly in favor of Edna's research team, with a staggering seventy percent allocated to them, leaving scraps for the rest. After covering all the miscellaneous expenses, what trickled down to her and her team might barely scratch twenty percent.

For years, due to a lack of breakthroughs in their experiments, they couldn't produce any significant papers.

No papers meant no academic achievements.

Gradually, their funding dwindled, and so did Madeleine's health. None of her students could rise to the occasion to carry the banner forward.

At this thought, Madeleine couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Just then, Edna, who lived across the hall, approached her with a smile.

"Ms. Payne, good afternoon. Just back from the lab? I heard your team had some new discoveries? Is it true?"

Madeleine remained silent.

"Oh, I guess that's a no then. You're always so busy running to the lab, but why are there no tangible outcomes? You know, I heard about the cut in your group's funding this year... Ah, the struggle of being broke, I've been there. I used to be so envious of you. It's just the wheel of fortune turning, and now it's my turn!" Edna added with a slight smile. "But, it seems it's going to be tough on you."

what we have now, yet the output of the entire Life Sciences Department was twice what it is today. It shows that the

tack: "The presence of certain individuals directly impacts the academic atmosphere. That's why the department has poured so

yourself. At this rate, I wonder if your research group will even survive! Moreover, I haven't seen you mentor any standout students over the years. As a teacher,

retorted, "And how do you know I

seen any. Being stubborn won't help," sighed Edna. "You might as

simply looked at her, a mix

wasn't as dire as Edna made it out

wish to destroy, they

some people fail

...

up, Roseanne, who had secured her admission to graduate

routine of library, home, and the

her greatest pleasure was cooking

share a meal, though such opportunities were rare since he was always buried in his

brief encounters were

he came home to grab fresh clothes or because the lab's break room was occupied,

months, Roseanne's

his life; she didn't need to prepare his meals or manage the small details of his daily routines; nor did she have to endure his constant negativity, which had been

such times, Roseanne