Chapter 2
"Don't you dare touch me again," Emily whispered, her voice carrying a chilling authority that echoed through the stage microphones.
The thousands of students, faculty members, and guests seated in the auditorium held their collective breath in absolute shock.
The Dean of Medicine rose half out of his seat near the front row, his expression a mask of profound bewilderment and alarm.
Richard’s face flushed a deep, furious crimson as he realized the entire academic world was watching his absolute loss of control.
"Get off this stage right now before I ruin your career before it even begins," Richard threatened through clenched teeth.
Emily let out a cold, humorless laugh that cut through the tense atmosphere like a sharp surgeon's scalpel.
"My career was built with my own hands, father, while you were busy hiding behind offshore bank accounts and stolen prestige," she replied steadily.
She reached down into her graduation gown, her fingers closing tightly around the crisp white doctor's coat resting in her bag.
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With slow, deliberate movements, she unfolded the pristine white fabric, letting the sleeves drape over her crimson red dress.
The bold embroidery across the left chest pocket caught the stage lights, blazing for the entire auditorium to see.
