The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 5

Chapter 5 Delulu Bro

his expression grew somewhat strange. Finally, he looked at her with a hint of regret. “Sierra, I’m sorry, but I can’t approve your application.” “Why not?” Sierra frowned. She had studied biochemistry before. She had independently applied for lab use multiple times in the past, and her records clearly showed she was qualified. The professor sighed. “Apologies, but it’s not possible. At least for the next three months, you won’t be allowed to apply for independent lab use.” He specifically emphasized the “three months.” Sierra’s face paled slightly. How could she have forgotten? She was under a three-month supervision period. Right now, she was a walking liability. With all the chemicals in a lab, if she so much as sneezed the wrong way, people would assume she was up to something dangerous. And after those three months? Even then, her chances weren’t guaranteed. She had a criminal record now. The sharp drop from hope to despair was instant. Her disappointment was written all over her face, even catching Evan’s attention. But in just a second, she had composed herself. She politely thanked the professor and turned to leave. “Sierra…” Denise called out, but she didn’t follow. Evan couldn’t shake off the image of Sierra’s fleeting sorrow. For some reason, it unsettled him. He turned to Denise and said briefly, “Go explore the department. I’ll be back.” Then, he strode after Sierra. With his long legs, it only took a few steps to catch up. “You took biochemistry three years ago? Why didn’t you tell us?” Sierra glanced at him. There was no sarcasm in her gaze, yet Evan still felt an inexplicable guilt. Yes, choosing a major was a big deal. Yet none of them had known. He vaguely remembered Sierra’s grades were always high. His brows furrowed. “What major did you originally want to study?” Sierra was already in a foul mood. Now, Evan was poking at every sore spot she had. Finally, she couldn’t hold back her sarcasm. “What I like—does it even matter?” Evan’s expression stiffened. Of course, he remembered. Back when they “persuaded” Sierra to switch majors, no one had asked for her opinion. All they cared about was what Denny wanted. Irritated by the creeping sense of guilt, Evan’s voice turned colder. “Biochemistry isn’t suited for girls.” He continued, “You don’t have to force yourself to study this just to get closer to me. Whether you study it or not, you’re still my sister. That’s a biological fact.” He didn’t believe Sierra truly liked biochemistry. That left only one explanation—she was doing it because of him. Back then, she had tried every excuse to talk to him. He had ignored her at first. But one day, when he finally lost patience, he had snapped, “What do we even have to talk about? Molecular transformations? Genetic coding? Do you even understand any of that?” After that, she had finally quieted down. Remembering this, Evan’s demeanor softened slightly. With an air of generosity, he said, “From now on, I won’t ignore you anymore.” As if he were bestowing a great favor. Sierra let out a quiet scoff. Evan frowned.