Not long after, Faye approached, her gaze sweeping over me before she smiled sweetly and spoke in that familiar, saccharine tone:
"Sister-in-law, I’ve always liked sitting with my brother since I was little. I still do, even now. You don’t mind, right?"
I met her gaze and hummed lightly, "No mind."
It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw a flicker of disappointment in Tristan’s eyes.
The award ceremony began.
The host on stage praised Faye to the heavens, reciting her so-called achievements one by one. But with every word, my hands clenched into fists.
Because every medical breakthrough they attributed to her—every brilliant discovery—had come from the knowledge recorded in my own notebook.
The very notebook I had spent years filling.
The audience was in awe.
"Dr. Faye is incredible! She’s solved so many medical challenges."
"Look at her and her brother sitting together—they’re both so good-looking. Honestly, if they weren’t related, they’d make a perfect couple."