Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 577

Willow clicked again, pulling up the latest technical revision reports and long-term follow-up results. "Three months ago, my team completed several rounds of optimization. We integrated a bridging buffer mechanism for fragmented gene chains and added a Reverse Error-Correction Cleavage Mechanism. The so-called 'fatal flaw' you mentioned is an outdated problem that we solved and discarded months ago."

She locked eyes with Vivienne, her tone calm but carrying a suffocating pressure. "Aren't you being a bit careless, using the flaws of an expired prototype to invalidate a fully matured and implemented technology?"

Vivienne's breath hitched violently. She tried to speak, but Willow cut her off once more. "Finally, you accused me of scientific misconduct, of hiding flaws, and of unworthy patents. The greatest scientific negligence isn't daring to break past old data. It's weaponizing an authoritative title to publicly annihilate someone else's fully validated research, armed with nothing but fragmented, outdated, and unverified information."

That single blow left the entire room stunned into total silence.

It instantly clicked for everyone. Willow hadn't faked her data, nor was her tech flawed. Vivienne's assessment was wrong!

The legendary WH had actually made a mistake? And against such a novice researcher? Everyone was floored.

In an instant, every eye in the hall swung back to Vivienne in the VIP seats, loaded with deep scrutiny and subtle judgment.

Under the glaring spotlight, the mask of calm authority on Vivienne's face fractured completely. She gripped the microphone so hard her knuckles turned white, her chest heaving with humiliation, fury, bitterness, and panic.

Everything she had just spouted had been furiously plagiarized and memorized from WH's personal accounts. She assumed she had the most current data. How could she have known there was an updated version? For a moment, she was utterly lost for words.

Willow looked at her and wrapped up lightly, her tone still mild but vibrating with unquestionable confidence. "In academia, titles mean nothing; evidence proves right from wrong. My presentation is complete. I welcome any professional critique, but I refuse to accept a blanket rejection built on outdated, biased, and one-sided assumptions."

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