Chapter 582

Before they knew it, final exams had arrived. The moment the test papers landed in Jane’s tiny hands, her fingers gripped the pen and flew across the pages with swift, confident strokes. She finished every subject in under half an hour and was always the first to hand in her paper. Each time her small figure walked back to her seat, the classroom buzzed with awed whispers from her classmates. These were students whose intellects would have dominated any ordinary school, yet in front of Jane, they could only marvel. But the invigilators who peeked at her answers wore the same pained expression every time. It wasn’t the content it was her handwriting. Unbearable to look at. Even Jameson, usually unflappable, couldn’t suppress a twitch in his cheek when he saw her scribbles during one exam. "This little rascal," he muttered under his breath. "Can’t she just write properly?" Later, when he confronted her about it, Jane scrunched up her tiny face, her big eyes brimming with indignation. "Ja