The local academic community was in an uproar over the paper.
The so-called experts and scholars who had once shunned Grace were now left utterly dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, the media outlets and online trolls who had been paid by Lilian and the Ward family to viciously smear Grace, labeling her an “academic fraud” and a “plagiarist,” were plunged into a state of extreme embarrassment and panic.
The venom of their attacks days ago was matched only by the sting of the slap in the face they were receiving now.
[Holy crap! What a plot twist! Weren’t they just calling her a plagiarist a few days ago?]
[Plagiarist? How could she plagiarize this? There are only a handful of people in the world who can even understand this theory. Who would she copy from? Aliens?]
[LMAO, I just checked the social media of that big-shot ‘academic whistleblower’ who was trashing her the most. He’s already deleted all his posts and set his account to private.]
[Where are all the media outlets that said Grace was disgraced and fired from the research institute? Care to comment now?]
[There’s only one explanation: Grace’s original research was real, but someone stole it and framed her for plagiarism! Now she’s come out with something even more brilliant and is completely showing up the thief!]
The tide of public opinion turned like a flash flood, lashing back with ferocious intensity.
Countless users flooded the official accounts of Lilian and the Ward Group, demanding an explanation.
The calls for a thorough investigation grew louder and louder.
None of this reached Grace, who remained unconscious.
At Ivy’s apartment.
She had prepared a huge feast and even opened an expensive bottle of red wine.
She had planned to celebrate Grace’s triumphant return.
She had waited, and Grace did return—carried in from the lab by Damien’s assistant, Felix.
“Acute pneumonia, complicated by chronic malnutrition and extreme exhaustion, resulting in a fever-induced coma.”
The doctor’s diagnosis made Ivy’s heart clench.
Now, Grace lay in bed, her face flushed red from the fever, her lips chapped and peeling. Her brow was furrowed in pain, as if she were suffering even in her sleep.
Ivy soaked a towel in cool water and gently wiped her searing forehead over and over again.

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