Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Eagle-eyed netizens spotted that the video was posted by an official account linked to Kingswell University's administration, seemingly clearing Roseanne's name in a roundabout way.

In the video, Owen was the last interviewer to question Roseanne, and then-

"How is this making it easy for her? It's literally upping the difficulty on the spot."

"Seriously, when he started speaking, I was totally stunned."

"First time I've seen a retest where they actually make the student solve a problem live."

"Man, Reynolds really went all out, even had a whiteboard ready. I'm dying here!"

"Does no one else think Owen is ridiculously handsome? Ugh."

"I'm secretly thinking he completely shatters the nerdy scientist stereotype."

"Those rimmed glasses got me right in the feels, what a charming rogue!"

Of course, the comment section had its share of trolls claiming the video was fake, just bots stirring up drama.

But positive comments quickly buried the negativity.

Once the truth was out, the onlookers were quick to lash out in defense-

"Think we're idiots?"

"What is this nonsense, trying to use us as pawns?"

"Take them down!"

Leda had been keeping an eye on the online buzz. Seeing the tide turn, she quickly opened up her messaging app to send Roseanne a link.

With the weather warming up, tiny green shoots were sprouting in her potted plants at home. Distressed and not in the mood to read, she decided to tend to her plants, pruning the dead leaves. Hearing the "ding" of a new message, Roseanne glanced over. On the lit-up screen was a link from Leda.

She took off her gloves and washed her hands before opening the message.

The link led to a video, and a familiar voice filled the room.

It was the first time she saw her own interview from a third-person perspective, but her attention was mostly on Owen.

From his questioning to his

mid-interview check if she wanted to

give up, all the way to the end, the man's professional yet strict demeanor was evident, highlighted by his innate polite charm and the gentlemanly aura that seemed to radiate from his bones.

"Anne, check the comments!!"

Another message popped up, and Roseanne scrolled down to the comment section.

What was a gloomy place just the day before had completely transformed, some users even started joking around.

She was puzzled, almost ignoring

the comments shipping her with

others. How did the internet's opinion of her shift from wishing her dead to discussing her looks and body?

This was an unexpected turn of events.

But maybe this meant it was all over?

Just as she was about to put her phone down, a call came in.

Seeing "Corley Sullivan" on the screen, she hesitated for two seconds before answering.

"I saw what happened online... You okay?"

Roseanne hummed in response, "It's all sorted."

"I saw. Kingswell University's administration really pulled through unexpectedly." He hadn't even had the chance to do anything before it was all resolved. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Did Mr. Sullivan need something from me?"

On the other end, Corley chuckled wryly, "We're pretty familiar by now, can't you switch to a more casual name?" "Like?"

"Corley, Cor, or Lee? Any of those work."

"Mr. Sullivan, stop joking."

He sighed, "One day, I'll get you to willingly call me Corley."

Roseanne replied, "Oh, we'll see about that. If there's nothing else, Mr. Sullivan, I'll hang up now."