Face-Slapping the Fake Heiress Who Plagiarized My Medical Thesis

Before the World Medical Competition announced its finalists, I withdrew the medical paper I had submitted. Mom called me thirty times, demanding, “You’ve worked so hard for all these years. Why give up when you’re this close to the finish line?” I said nothing. I hung up and blocked her in one smooth move, then went back to binge-watching shows and shipping couples. In my previous life, I had devoted myself to medical research day and night. The product I developed was not only a huge commercial success, but also had an excellent chance of winning the gold medal at the World Medical Competition. Then my fake heiress sister accused me of stealing her research. She even produced her experimental records, with every entry dated an hour earlier than mine. Mom publicly accused me of being a habitual plagiarist since childhood, saying that giving birth to me was the greatest regret of her life. While everyone cheered, my fake heiress sister won the gold medal and became a leading figure in the next generation of medicine, courted by one wealthy family after another. I was hounded online, disfigured when an extremist poured sulfuric acid on me, and burned alive in a lab explosion. Given a second chance, I withdrew from the World Medical Competition. I wanted to see how my fake heiress sister planned to finish that half-written medical paper without my research!