But little did my parents know they would never see me one last time. To cover up the truth of my poisoning, the school hastily sent my body to the crematorium overnight, claiming that I had committed suicide out of remorse for my mistakes. The thought of this betrayal made me break down in tears.
Was it really just about a research topic? Since Felicity's work mirrored mine, I could simply pivot to a different one. Over the past five years of my doctoral studies, I had explored numerous directions. This time, I decided to embark on a completely new path—one that was rarely studied in Colorado. It was a niche area I had delved into with my tutor during my time as an exchange student abroad.
I stayed up all night crafting new ideas and finalizing the experimental process before stepping out of the laboratory. Just then, Nancy sent me a screenshot of Felicity's latest post on social media.
It read: "The previous direction wasn’t innovative. This time, I want to explore the latest research direction of foreign scholars. I heard that mastering this area could lead to a Nobel Prize. I thrive on challenges!"