Chapter 158: Who Could Be Wrong?

Mia stayed at her desk, staring at the handbook with wide, unblinking eyes. Her fingers tapped against the edge of the table as she fought to remember.

She couldn’t accept that she had simply made such a careless mistake. Something had pushed her into it.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to retrace her steps.

The first flicker came from a week ago. She was in the garden, sitting under one of the trees with her lunch. A group of female master’s students had walked past, their voices carrying across the breeze. She remembered hearing one of them say something about a “major test coming up on Monday.”

She hadn’t thought much of it then, but the words must have planted a seed.

Her breath hitched. “That was it,” she muttered.

Then another image rushed in—she was in the studio later that day, working on her assignment. The same topic came up again. A pair of students were talking near the door, one of them complaining about not being ready for a test. Their voices were low, but clear en