Chapter 115


    Summer pondered for a few seconds after hearing the suggestion. She lifted her gaze towards Mandy


    and asked, “Mom, doesn’t Dad have some connections at the Education Association?”


    Mandy paused, a flicker of recognition crossing her face before she nodded, “Yeah, he and the


    chairman often meet up for coffee, I mentioned yourpetition to your dad a while back, but I’m not


    sure if he’s talked about you to anyone.”


    After a brief pause, Mandy reached for her smartphone on the coffee table. “Hold on a sec. I’ll give your


    dad a call and ask.”


    Summer smiled sweetly, nodding obediently, her fingers rhythmically tapping on her knees.


    Mandy ended the call shortly and looked up at her daughter, “Your dad said to focus on the


    competition. He’s mentioned you to his friend, even boasted about your knack for the sciences, and


    he’s looking for an opportunity to get you under the wing of a renowned tutor in Riverdale.” At the


    mention of Riverdale, Summer’s eyes lit up with immense surprise. Riverdale was a breeding ground


    for talent. Securing a foothold there meant not having to worry about the likes of Mirabe or having to


    rely on the Gilberts.


    With this thought, the gloom that had clouded Summer’s evening dissipated. She let out a silent sigh of


    relief, stood up, and sat down beside Mandy, affectionately wrapping her arms around her mother’s.


    “Mom, thank you and Dad for everything. You’re so good to me. I’ll work hard, I promise. I won’t let you


    down.”


    Mandy looked down at her dutiful daughter, the pr opposite of the irksome foster child, and couldn’t


    help but smile with relief, patting her arm gently. “Thank goodness you’re my own flesh and blood.”


    Summer rested her head on Mandy’s shoulder and nuzzled in, the shadows in her eyes hidden away,


    saying nothing more.


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    The following day, the senior ss at Parkside High School faced their first monthly exam of the


    semester. Everyone, except Mirabe, seemed to be carrying the weight of nervousness and fear


    towards the tests. Right before entering the exam hall, most students were frantically flipping through


    textbooks, the epitome ofst–minute cramming.


    The school had a dedicated examination hall, and this monthly test seemed exceptionally strict. Each


    room was fitted with detection devices that weeded out students attempting to smuggle in phones or


    cheat sheets. It was clear that cheating was off the table.


    Although Mirabe had participated in the BrainSpark Nationals and excelled twice, her newness at the


    school meant her exam seat was allocated based on the previous term’s grades. For fairness, she was


    ced in thest exam room. The bottom thirty scorers of the senior year were all herpany in that


    room.


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    As Mirabe entered the exam hall, the seated students turned their curious eyes towards her. By now,


    herpetition achievements weremon knowledge throughout the senior ss. While some still


    whispered doubts about her merits, they were a minority. Some even spected that the sudden


    monthly exam was the school’s attempt to quell the rumors of Mirabe’s alleged cheating and


    preferential treatment by cing her in thest exam room.


    Unaware of these murmurs, Mirabe found her seat at the very end of thest row, isted from the


    rest, as if deliberately segregated. The distinction was pretty evident.


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