Her Rebirth of Retribution

"What's going on?" Emmett naturally knew who Quincy was, given that he was quite intrigued by her research. He believed this young lady had a knack for medical research and with the right guidance, she could even become a renowned pharmacist. After catching her breath, Quincy smiled and replied, "When I heard you were looking for me, of course I had to hurry over!"

As she spoke, she playfully batted her lashes. It was apparent to everyone else that Quincy had always been a lively and sensible girl. Emmett chortled heartily. "There's no need to rush! Come here, girl. I called you over because I have a few questions to ask you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Calista, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. Though he wanted to chat with Calista, Quincy was of greater importance at the moment. He wanted to be Quincy's mentor, so naturally, he needed to know her thoughts on the matter. Upon seeing the dismissive look in Emmett's eyes, Calista suddenly laughed. "It's all right, I'm Quincy's sister. Feel free to speak your mind, Professor Lockwood. I'm curious to see how much my little sister has grown to have impressed you."

"Quincy is your sister?" Professor Lockwood only then realized that they both shared a surname. That explains it. It is a rather uncommon last name.

Emmett glanced at them with a hint of envy. The Staffords had made their fortune through pharmaceuticals, a fact well-known in their industry. Though they had no sons, they had successfully raised two incredibly talented daughters. The elder daughter was universally admired for her genius, and the younger one was just as gifted. Their good fortune was truly unparalleled.

Emmett smiled and cordially replied, "All right, Calista. Feel free to stay and listen-"

Before he could even finish, Quincy interjected sharply. "No way!"

She anxiously looked at Emmett, her eyes darting over quickly as she hurriedly said, "Professor, although my sister and I are from the same family, our household has a tradition of healthy competition. I don't want my sister to see my research results, lest she becomes jealous!"

Quincy spoke, her lips puckering in a pout, as though she was playfully petulant and willful. She appeared to be afraid that others might steal her technique.

It's perfectly normal for her to feel this way.

Emmett fell silent, considering that Calista was indeed a renowned genius. If there was discord between the sisters, he really couldn't unjustifiably reveal his future apprentice's research secrets.

"Given the circumstances, Calista..." Emmett glanced apologetically at Calista, his intention to dismiss her clear.

Calista couldn't believe how thick-skinned Quincy was. Competition within the family? How utterly ridiculous!

"Don't worry, Quincy. I have never stolen anyone else's work. After all, I'm not so shameless. As the saying goes, 'an older sister is like a mother.' I'm merely here in our father's place to observe. I'm well aware of your capabilities." Calista's pointed words made Emmett feel somewhat awkward. It seemed that the relationship between these two sisters was indeed fraught with tension.

At that moment, a woman's voice unexpectedly cut in. She was laughing, but her words were caustic.

"Well, Callie, Quincy's parents are still alive and kicking, so there's no need for you to intervene for now."

It was none other than Yelena, dragging Benedict along with her. Benedict's expression was extremely unpleasant, but for some unknown reason, he still accompanied Yelena to campus.

Calista's eyes narrowed slightly, as a flash of icy anger passed through them. However, the smile at the corner of her mouth became even more captivating.

"Why are you here, Dad?"

Meanwhile, Quincy also let out a sigh of relief. She ran over, took Yelena's hand, and called out, "Mom!"

Then, Quincy let out a somewhat frightened call, "Dad?"

With a dismissive grunt, Benedict ignored her. He turned toward Calista, giving her a nod. After a moment of hesitation, he said with some difficulty, "Callie, just head back to class!"

Calista's smile momentarily froze,

before turning even brighter. "I'm currently on my break," she explained. "I was just about to

review Quincy's assignment donet

all, her grades have always been subpar. If I spot any issues early on, I can guide her in the right direction to avoid unnecessary issues."

Benedict's face turned grimmer as he understood what Callie meant. She was dead set on exposing Quincy. To him, this was like

choosing between two sides of the

sameCoin. Quincy had already been humiliated once. If she was humiliated again, how would she

ever be able to marry in the future?

So, he hurriedly said, "I'm here. I'll hold the fort, so just get to class."

Yelena also quickly chimed in. "Exactly. We're all here, so what's there to worry about? Or are you implying that once you've entered the Fairchild family, you can thus stop listening to your father? That would be quite disrespectful!" Emmett finally sensed that something was amiss. "What's going on? Could there be an issue with the research assignment?"

"No, not at all! Professor Lockwood, please bear with us, there's a slight issue with our Callie..." Yelena pointed at herself, smiling sheepishly. "But it's okay, I'll take her away immediately. We'll be leaving Quincy in your care!"

Yelena was well aware that Bayview

University was a prestigious

institution teeming with renowned experts from across the country. Only by catching the eye of a

mentor could one truly acogenet

substantial skills. Among all the university mentors, Professor

Lockwood, standing right before her,

was the most famous.

As Quincy pursued her postgraduate studies, Professor Lockwood could introduce her to more advanced mentors. This could allow Quincy to get ahead of everyone else without needing exams.

After completing her studies, Quincy's career starting point was going to be much higher than most others. Even if she eventually worked in the family business, she'd carry an air of confidence that commanded respect.