Chapter 174 Standing for Clara
Chapter 174 Standing for Clara
Only a cleric’s purification power stayed unattached to any element.
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“Clara, how do you have the nerve? You hog a metal lab and then bring in someone to rough us up. The gall on you.”
“The pasty chubby one is Walter, Gillian. He doesn’t have his own lab, so he’s splitting one with Hudson fo
now.”
Gillian had already made her move, and Clara held back any of the usual wimpy lines about letting them go or “you can’t be fighting.”
Once a punch landed, the goal was always to wipe the floor with them. Letting go came down strictly to mood.
Even if today turned out to be her last day at the lab, Clara wasn’t about to let Gillian take any crap.
Gillian was officially a fan. Clara’s temper was right up her alley.
In a fight, a friend who kept trying to break it up counted as roughly 1.5 enemies, dragging you down and bruising your spirit at the same time.
“Clara, tell your friend to let Walter go right now. We were just inviting you to lunch. How can you let her get violent? Make her release them, and I, I’ll forgive you.”
Hudson wore every feeling right on his face. His cheeks had gone bright red, as if he had a real crush on Clara.
“I’m the one who tied you up. Why are you asking Clara to set you free?”
Gillian could see exactly what was happening. They were treating Clara like a doormat.
Hudson’s face flushed a deeper red. “Clara, can you rein in your friend? Otherwise, we’re not playing nice anymore.”
Clara made a show of digging in her ear and waving him off. “Sorry. I can’t control her. Out of my hands.”
“Everyone, listen to this. Listen up. Clara fusses over that dead spore of hers day in and day out, muttering to herself like a lunatic, and now she has the nerve to drag outsiders into the Academy. Somebody call security and haul her out of here!”
Walter’s furious shouting pulled in a crowd of students just back from lunch, all of them whispering and pointing.
“Clara, how could you turn the lab into a brawling ring? Let them go right now!”
“Seriously, fighting over this? Nothing here can’t be settled with words.”
Walter glared up at Gillian with resentment burning in his eyes. “So now any random person can waltz into a lab? Clara, if she wrecks our experiment data, can you handle the fallout?”
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Chapter 174 Standing for Clara
Walter had voiced what most of the crowd was already thinking.
“Yeah, Clara. Who even is this person? Did you bring her in here?”
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“Outsiders aren’t allowed in the labs. If she damages our experiment results, who’s going to eat that? Can you cover it?”
Seeing the crowd line up behind him, Walter let a flash of smugness cross his face and cranked his voice up another notch.
“Clara, I’ve already called security. Cut us loose, or you and your half-dead spore are both walking out of here on a leash.”
Clara studied the smug curl of Walter’s mouth and honestly wondered how she had stomached him, this long.
All this research must have actually damaged her brain.
“My experiment isn’t finished. My thesis hasn’t produced final results yet. By the rules, I can stay until the final results are in.”
Clara’s voice came out crisp and steady, then sharpened when she mentioned Gillian. “And this person beside me is no nobody. She’s Captain Sterling, Chief Medical Officer of the 9th Legion’s medical team. I requested a cleric to help me finalize one piece of data. I have the paperwork to back it up.”
Clara’s words shut a lot of mouths. Pulling in a cleric these days took serious money and serious pull.
“Clara, why even bother putting yourself through this?”
Walter let out a mocking laugh. “Excuses, all of it. You just don’t want to get married and have kids, so you’re clinging to that spore and refusing to budge. Who even knows if it’s alive or dead in there? The only thing you’ve got going for you is a good dad!”
The bystanders, even the ones not fully in the loop, mostly knew Clara’s story. Walter rode her this hard because as long as Clara held on to her lab, he wouldn’t get one of his own.
Most of them just wanted to play peacemaker and smooth things over.
“Clara, if that spore of yours were ever going to make it, it would have by now. We know you want to make a name for yourself, but some things you just can’t force.”
“Yeah, exactly. Wake up to reality already, for your sake and ours. Let Walter and Hudson down, fast. Your stunt here is messing things up for everyone.”
“I heard your seniors all walked out clean. You usually don’t do half measures, so I figured you wouldn’t be the type to sit on a lab and do nothing with it.”
Against the wave of accusations and resentment, a flicker of defeat crossed Clara’s eyes.
They had a point. Even the most gifted seniors had walked away and bowed to reality. What was she even still fighting for?
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