Goodbye, My Love
Chapter 1182

In a luxurious five-star hotel, Keely was browsing the internet news, basking in self-satisfaction. Suddenly, her face blanched as she read

Loraine's new statement.

Loraine had not merely responded to the rumors but had posted the handwriting analyses, causing an internet sensation.

Initially, some netizens didn't understand the implications, but soon a comprehensive explanation emerged.

"Here are the handwriting evaluations of the two design drafts. It is evident that both drafts were crafted by Loraine."

"What do you mean? Does this mean Loraine is the real author of all designs?"

"What? So, it's Keely who copied Loraine, not the other way around? Why would Leopold back Keely, then?"

"Turns out Loraine is the victim of plagiarism here. Hopefully, netizens will think twice before jumping to conclusions next time."

In the midst of all this, Leopold also stumbled upon the handwriting analyses Loraine had shared.

Angela's Library

A surge of anger coursed through him as he adjusted his glasses.

As a highly regarded figure in the design industry, he was known for his abilities and integrity. But now he realized he had been deceived and had unintentionally caused harm to a promising apprentice.

As he remembered the favoritism shown to Keely and the ordeal he had put Loraine through, a deep sense of remorse washed over him. Furious, he barged into Keely's room, report in hand, and demanded, "Keely! Explain this!"

Keely, guilt-ridden and packing hurriedly, went pale and stammered,

"Professor Zizka, I can explain..."

Leopold's eyes narrowed as he glared at her, and he forcefully flung the report right at her face.

"With such compelling evidence, what's left to explain? How could you lie about not having the original drafts, only the copy? Turns out it was Loraine's work! I'm disappointed, Keely! Leave! I can't bear to look at you!"

Despite Keely's attempts to defend herself, Leopold drove her out. She fled the room, covering her face.

Left alone, Leopold collapsed to the floor, clutching his chest. After what felt Like an eternity, he composed himself.

He picked up the drafts one by one, read them once more, and heaved a sigh.

To his astonishment, it became apparent that the designs he had been admiring were solely the creations of Loraine. The person truly deserving of his admiration was Loraine.

Yet, he had unjustly defamed her, even disregarding the presentation she had meticulously prepared.

Now, as he carefully studied Loraine's exposed drafts, he realized the extent of his blunder.