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CHAPTER 81: The Wrong Name

ผู้เขียน: Skylar Vandler
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YULIA

Weeks later, waiting for my results was somehow more stressful than sitting the actual exams. At least during the exams, I knew what I was dealing with.

I had the questions in front of me, my answers on paper, and a clear moment when everything would finally be over.

Now, I had nothing to do except wait.

The aroma of fresh tea and warm pastries greeted me before I even entered the dining room.

Dad was already seated at the table with his tablet in front of him, while Daphne was pouring h
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    YULIAWeeks later, waiting for my results was somehow more stressful than sitting the actual exams. At least during the exams, I knew what I was dealing with. I had the questions in front of me, my answers on paper, and a clear moment when everything would finally be over.Now, I had nothing to do except wait.The aroma of fresh tea and warm pastries greeted me before I even entered the dining room.Dad was already seated at the table with his tablet in front of him, while Daphne was pouring herself a cup of tea.“Good morning,” I greeted.“Good morning, baby girl,” my father responded.Daphne smiled warmly. “Look who finally decided to come downstairs.”I pulled out a chair. “I've been awake for hours.”“Doing what?” she asked.“Checking my results.”Dad chuckled. “They haven't been released yet.”“I know.”“Then why keep checking?”I shrugged. “Because maybe the university will suddenly change its mind.”I reached for a piece of toast.Daphne lifted her tea. “Congratulations on fin

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