<b>Chapter </b><b>99 </b>
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I stared at Emily, watching the blood drain from her face as every eye in the room fixed on her. The silence was deafening, heavy with anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, I walked slowly to the table where Emily’s draft book <by </b>open.
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With deliberate movements, I picked up a pen and crossed out “Emily Morgan” written at the top of the draft paper. Everyone watched as I wrote my own name-<b>“</b>Jade Morgan“-in its ce.
“What are you doing?” Principal Thornton’s voice held a note of confusion as he stepped forward.
I ignored him, my eyes still locked on Emily, who looked like she might faint at any moment. Her breathing had be rapid and shallow, the psychological walls she’d built crumbling before everyone’s eyes.
“I’m simply reiming what’s mine,” I replied, finally turning to Philip. “These aren’t Emily’s solutions. They’re
mine.”
Without waiting for a response, I walked to the whiteboard at the front of theb. I picked up a marker and began writing, my hand moving with practiced precision. The marker squeaked against the smooth surface asplex equations filled the board.
“This is the solution to the forum problem posted months before,” I exined, my voice cool and steady.
My handwriting, while simr to what Emily had been carefully imitating, revealed the difference between genuine and forgery. Where her copied version was careful and calcted, mine flowed naturally–sharper, more angr, with confident strokes that revealed years of analytical thinking. The difference was subtle but unmistakable to anyone paying attention. I filled one board, then moved to the next, never hesitating, never pausing to think, my pen moving with a natural authority Emily could never truly replicate.
Edward Sheldon stepped forward, his eyes widening as he recognized the equations. “This is<b>… </b>this is the proof I’ve been asking you for months,” he said, turning to Emily.
“Did you think about that when you were stealing my work, Emily? When you were copying my handwriting?” I nced over my shoulder, my expression cold. “When you were mimicking my style, did you ever consider how to
mimic what’s in my head?”
Emily’s face contorted as she struggled to form words, but nothing came out. The graduate students began whispering among themselves, their expressions shifting from admiration to suspicion.
“You did this? All of it?” A professor turned to me, his expression a mixture of respect and disbelief.
I nodded once, wiping marker dust from my fingers. “The work your department has been praising Emily for–it’s all mine. She’s been stealing my solutions for months.”
Edward’s <b>face </b>darkened as he turned to Emily. I could see him controlling his temper, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. <b>“</b><b>Is </b>this true?”
Emily finally found her voice, though it came out high and strained. “Why are you doing this now?” she demanded, tears streaming down her face. “You helped me! You gave me those papers just now! Why help me if you were nning to expose me?”
I smiled, a cold, sharp expression that held no warmth. “You know what they say about pride before a fall? The higher you climb on stolen achievements, the harder you crash when the truthes out.”
Emily staggered backward until she hit ab <b>table</b>, then slid to the floor, her legs no longer able to support her.
Principal Thornton stepped forward, his expression grave. “Miss Emily Morgan, if what your sister is saying is true, you’vemitted serious academic fraud. This is grounds for immediate disciplinary action, possibly expulsion.”
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“It can’t be true,” one of the graduate students argued, though his voicecked conviction. “She’s solved problems
that-”
“That I solved,” I interrupted. “And she copied. Ask her to exin even the most basic principles behind the
solutions. Go ahead.”
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Elizabeth Szar
7 days ago
jade better take Max with her
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