"So that's how easy it is to get a doctorate—just copy more."
"If she stays, will she teach students how to plagiarize?"
In a few harsh words, they dismissed my eight years of relentless effort and sacrifice.
I looked around at the lab—the bottles, the jars, the instruments I had operated day and night. Could the issue have been with the cameras installed in the lab? Had my work been stolen because it was monitored?
If that was the case, avoiding the school lab seemed like the best solution. I quickly called my dad and asked him to rent a lab at another university. This time, I would distance myself from campus.
Let’s see how Felicity manages to plagiarize my work now.
I requested leave from my supervisor, using the excuse of family matters. As he signed the note, he inquired about the progress of my thesis. I muttered a few vague responses to evade his questions.