Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Her eyes, once filled with rage, suddenly sparkled with realization.

Of course! That explains the top spot in the interview.

Without wasting a moment, Hertha whipped out her smartphone and snapped several shots of the two walking away.

After capturing the moment, she glanced at the photos. Owen was a step behind Roseanne, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over her delicate figure.

From this angle, it seemed as though he was subtly embracing her.

This trip was definitely worth it.

Narrowing her eyes, Hertha felt no remorse. It was Roseanne who had crossed a line, challenging her.

She hurried back to her car, eager to open her laptop and navigate to the Kingswell University's official website.

Quickly, she found a contact email on the homepage.

She uploaded the photos and crafted a message filled with righteous indignation: "To prevent Kingswell University's reputation from being tarnished and to avoid setting a bad example for our students, I urge the administration to reconsider Roseanne's admission." With a click on "send anonymously," the email was on its way.

But she didn't stop there. Hertha also shared the post on Kingswell University's online forum.

One was the talk of the town for acing the entrance exam, and the other, a renowned genius professor at Kingswell University. Posted right after the exams, the message quickly hit the top of the trending list and spread across the internet like wildfire. "From academic sirens to entrance exam enchantresses, no wonder so many hopefuls were rejected. It's all about who you know, not what you know."

"If this can happen at Kingswell University, what about other institutions? The power of academic elites is much larger than we think, and so is the darkness that lurks beneath."Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"When meritocracy fails, dreams of the underprivileged are shattered."

"Kingswell University, turn a blind eye no longer. We demand justice!"

"Urgent: Revoke Roseanne's admission and dismiss the professor involved for misconduct!"

"Keep the momentum going! If we stay silent today, tomorrow we might be the ones suffering in silence."

"Waiting for an official response from Kingswell University!"

"Expose her! Let's see which university dares to admit her after this!"

Leda was casually scrolling through social media at home when her feed t Roseanne and

was exedia flooded with r

She jumped up from the couch, her face growing more serious with every swipe.

"This is bad," she muttered to herself.

As she dove into the comments, it was as expected-a barrage of criticism and outrage.

Quickly exiting the app, she dialed Roseanne's number.

Meanwhile, Roseanne was deep into her research papers, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing online.

She barely glanced away from her work as she answered, distractedly murmuring responses.

Leda could tell that her friend was

clueless about the scandal.

Panicking, she blurted out, "Some jerk posted photos of you and my brother heading home together online. It's all over social media, and the backlash is growing by the minute!"

Roseanne's grip on her pen tightened, and she fumbled with her phone as she opened the link Leda had sent.

The photos were blurry, intentionally framing them in a suggestive light.

The comments section was a battlefield, with spectators and trolls fueling the flames.

Her hand trembled slightly, nearly dropping the phone.

"...Anne? Roseanne, can you hear me?!" Leda's voice echoed with concern from the other end of the line, waiting for a response that seemed to take forever.