Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Perfect Numbers, Imperfect Hearts

Wayne Academy stood like a palace of intellect—its ivory towers gleaming beneath the morning sun, arched windows reflecting light like polished mirrors. The great clock tower chimed every hour with cold, mechanical precision.

To the outside world, it was a school for prodigies.

But beneath its polished reputation, Wayne Academy had another purpose.

It was built for children who were not entirely ordinary.

Admission was never simple. Security protocols ran deeper than most people could imagine. Only the brightest minds and the wealthiest heirs were allowed through its gates—carefully chosen so the academy's hybrid students could blend in without drawing suspicion.

Since the academy's founding, no student had ever failed.

This made the tension inside the faculty chamber now almost unbearable.

At the head of the long conference table sat First Lady Jane Dom.

She looked composed as always—elegant posture, calm expression, the picture of authority. Yet beneath the polished surface was something softer.

Guilt.

Around her sat the department heads, dressed in sharp suits and stiff professionalism.

Jane folded her hands gently on the table.

"I apologize for not being more involved," she said, her voice calm but sincere. "Miexha lives under our roof, but I now realize that emotional support and good intentions are not enough at Wayne Academy."

The Head of History adjusted his glasses, speaking with restrained discomfort.

"It isn't just history, Lady Jane. Her mathematics score was one out of thirty."

A murmur rippled through the room.

"Her science and literature grades are barely above the failing line," he continued. "If this continues, it could damage the academy's academic record."

Jane nodded slowly.

They could not simply bend the rules.

Not now—especially when the academy might already be compromised by enemy infiltration.

"We are aware of the situation," Jane replied. "That is why I've personally begun reviewing lessons with her each evening. We've also arranged a dedicated tutor."

She paused.

"One of your top students."

Another instructor, younger and far less diplomatic, leaned forward.

"She is the first student in academy history who may be forced to repeat a year."

His voice sharpened.

"We had no choice but to call this meeting to discuss removing her before the school year ends."

For a moment, the room went still.

Then Jane straightened slightly.

The warmth of a guardian faded. In its place stood the quiet steel of a woman who had spent years beside the most powerful man in the world.

"Then perhaps," she said calmly, "it is time for Wayne Academy to make history again."

Her eyes met each teacher in turn.

"And ensure she rises above it."

Because the truth was far more complicated.

Miexha wanted to be here.