Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 800

Scales Dixon arched an eyebrow. “Not impossible, but how exactly are we supposed to pull this off… That’s still up for discussion.”

Roseanne Cole seemed lost in thought.

Suddenly, both of them turned to look at her.

She chuckled. “Wait—why are you two staring at me like that?”

“Come on, Roseanne, help us out. Let’s give Carlson a hand. This is called fighting fire with fire—if we can settle things with Edna Moore early, maybe she’ll stop tormenting the next batch of students.”

Scales nodded. “She’s screwed us over enough times. It’s about time she paid for it.”

Roseanne’s eyes glinted. “Mamie, call Carlson and tell him…”

——

Roseanne and Scales weren’t wrong. When the post first hit the campus forum, it quickly caught fire.

The buzz only grew, with discussion threads breaking a hundred thousand comments.

But when the university stayed silent and Edna’s side pretended nothing happened, people got bored when there was no fresh drama. The crowd began to lose interest.

As the days passed and nothing new developed, the furor died down. In a few more days, the scandal would be forgotten—just another rumor lost to the void.

Edna had been keeping a close eye on everything, but her composure never wavered, as if the accusations meant nothing. Now, she let out a sharp, scornful laugh.

Sybil Moore, on the other hand, was a wreck.

From the moment Carlson’s post went live, she’d been teetering on the edge. She’d spent three days straight in tears—her cheeks constantly wet and dry, refreshing the forum with trembling hands. The hateful, vicious comments only made it worse, and finally, she sobbed herself into unconsciousness.

Edna, watching this display, snapped, “Pathetic! I’m not even dead and you’re already mourning me? Are you trying to curse me, or just disgust me?”

Edna slipped on her coat and shoes, preparing to leave. She didn't even bother answering such a foolish question.

“Aunt Edna, where are you going?”

Her eyes narrowed. “To see my star student, of course—the one who started this whole mess.”

——

At the university, in her office—

Edna stared at the slight, stubborn-looking boy in front of her and broke into a theatrical, jarring laugh. “Ha…”

Carlson slowly looked up and met her gaze.

“So the quietest dogs really do bite the hardest. You usually act so obedient and rule-abiding—who would’ve thought you’d pull out the big guns like this? Thirty pages of formal complaints, all meticulously organized and straight to the point. Impressive work.”