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    As Harlee absorbed this revtion, she turned to face Coulson directly. Suddenly, it all clicked for her.


    “So, I was the catalyst for all this…”


    Coulson continued the story without answering.


    “After losing his teacher’s mentorship, his experiments descended into chaos. Yet, instead of ming him, his colleagues and superiors encouraged him, reassuring him that there was no hurry and the project deadlines were flexible.”


    Coulson had initially thought the difficulty of the experiment justified his slow progress, assuming that challenging tasks naturally took longer.


    That perception shattered when he identally overheard his superiors and colleagues mocking his self-assurance.


    One day, Coulson had stayedte to amend incorrect data, the first time he had ever needed to work overtime since joining the agency. He had concealed himself so no one noticed his prolonged presence. Inspired by his colleagues’ dedication, he resolved to work overtime more frequently to master the challenging experiment.


    However, as Coulson was about to leave with newly gathered data, the voices of his mocking colleagues reached his ears.


    Coulson’s immediate superior, who had always encouraged him to seek help with any problems, was the first to mock him.


    “The rmendation letter from Harleebeled him as a ‘trainee.’ How did he end up here? Clearly, it’s because he’s supported by the Agur family and Laurence’s influence. I had once thought Harlee had a keen eye for spotting promising researchers.”


    Other colleagues joined in the ridicule.


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    “If he had had a bit more humility and dedication to learning, perhaps he could have eventually seeded. But given his current trajectory, it would be best if he didn’tpletely derail.”


    “Ha-ha! Axton, how can you say that? Wasn’t he a once-in-a-lifetime genius? The tasks he handles are indeed the toughest!”


    “Zander, your sarcasm isn’t helping. I told you not to assign him that task. We could havepleted this data in a week, but now, half a month has passed, and he’s still struggling.”


    As those harsh words sank in, Coulson could no longer stand to listen. He bowed his head, pulled down his baseball cap, and rushed out, haunted by the fear that someone might realize he had stayedte that night.


    Crushed by the revtions, Coulson broke downpletely.


    With a bitter smile, Coulson continued the narrative.


    “After that, he grew to despise his father for pushing him into working at the agency. He detested his colleagues and superiors for treating him like a fool. And he felt abandoned by his teacher, who had disappeared halfway through.”


    At that instant, Coulson looked up sneakily at Harlee. Noting her impassive demeanor, he smirked slightly and added, “He despised everyone around him, yet he never med himself, still convinced he was the golden child.”


    At that time, those mocking voices haunted Coulson, and he felt as though he was being led down a path where he didn’t belong by his mentor. Since that day, he had dedicated himself to his studies and secluded experiments, determined to prove all his critics wrong.


    Coulson saw himself as a resilient weed, thriving despite adversity. He didn’t realize that his reputation as a “genius” was only due to the strength of the Agur family, and had nothing to do with his own abilities.


    Harlee listened in silence. She hadn’t anticipated that a student with such potential would be so twisted and doubt his own abilities simply by stepping into a new domain. She had hoped he would ascend to new heights and earn the respect of his peers, not that he would end up frustrated and disillusioned.


    Feeling aplex mix of emotions, Harlee faced Coulson, her voice slightly dry.


    “Why didn’t you seek me out?”


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