Lavinia slammed the cancer diagnosis file onto the round conference table. "This is Lynelle University. Determining whether someone is sick depends on real medical records—not baseless rumors spreading online!"
Her words struck like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves through the room.
Even the students who had been eavesdropping outside, eager for gossip, froze in disbelief, their faces plastered with shock.
Sylvia's expression stiffened instantly. She raised her voice, her tone sharp. "What kind of stunt are you pulling here? Flashing a cancer diagnosis to gain sympathy so you can dodge responsibility?"
Lavinia stood alone in the center of the conference room, her figure looking frail but unwavering.
"Ms. Johnson," she said firmly, "I've read every post on that cam
