"Did I plagiarize or not? Mrs. Bryant should know best, shouldn't she?"
A heavy silence fell over the phone.
Katie's expression stiffened. "Selina, you child… why won't you just admit it? Tomorrow's banquet—"
"I'll be there, don't worry," Selina interrupted. She paused for a moment before continuing, "Tomorrow, the plagiarist will definitely apologize."
With that, she hung up the phone.
At the Clark Family estate, Katie's hands trembled so much that she nearly dropped her phone. Selina's words echoed in her mind—Tomorrow, the plagiarist will definitely apologize.
Why did she suddenly have a bad feeling? But no, that was impossible. The evidence was solid. How could Selina possibly turn things around?
No, no, I must be overthinking this.
"Selina's words… what did she mean? What does she mean that you know whether she plagiarized or not?" James frowned, suspicion creeping into his tone.
