Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 44: Chapter 44

At the Rathbones' villa, Phoebe and Joel sat watching the Finals livestream. Seeing the audience and mobs surrounding and cursing Georgia, Joel smirked, while Phoebe's expression was pure scorn.
"Serves her right for breaking my wrist. Let's see you act high and mighty from now on," Joel muttered, feeling extremely relieved.
In the study, Louis sat in his leather chair, his gaze fixed on the confident, composed Georgia on his computer screen. She moved with quiet grace, radiating a magnetism that held his attention.
After a long while, Louis suddenly dialed Daniel. "Look into the Georgia identity theft allegation."
On the other end, Daniel froze. 'This is the first time Mr. Rathbone has ever ordered an investigation concerning Mrs. Rathbone—no, Miss Murray.'
On the screen, Georgia looked up, a faint smile touching her lips as she opened her medical kit before the cameras.
She seemed like a water lily floating on a pond, serene and untouched. Louis watched intently, as if she might vanish if he blinked.
On stage, Georgia laid out her instruments. "Esteemed judges, distinguished guests," she began calmly, "I am Georgia Murray. Today, I will demonstrate Modern Medicine Blue-Light Targeted Therapy."
Her slender fingers moved over the blue-light therapy equipment with fluid, practiced ease. The sheer proficiency of her actions momentarily stunned the audience.
Blue-light therapy was renowned as the most complex technique within Modern Medicine therapeutics.
Yet here was Georgia, boldly integrating it with targeted therapy—an unprecedented, innovative fusion.
Her focus was absolute. Rooted amidst the storm, calm as an oak in a gale, her entire being centered on the patient on the table.
Under the spotlights, she worked with sacred precision, her movements flawless and unhurried.
For some reason, the audience below suddenly felt a sense of peaceful serenity when looking at Georgia on the stage.
A hushed silence fell. Everyone held their breath and stared at Georgia as if the fate of life depended on her every move. This feeling made their hearts unable to calm down.
On the stage, Georgia finished perfectly, smiled softly at everyone, and said, "My presentation is over; thank you all."
Only then did everyone come to their senses. Then, after three seconds of profound silence, thunderous applause erupted. Her performance wasn't just skilled; it was breathtaking.
Some medical professionals in the audience stood excitedly. Their understanding of the field's depth had just been profoundly challenged.
"Bravo! Utterly perfect!" someone cheered.
"Modern Medicine therapy applied like that? I'm speechless," another said in shock.
"We were too confined by tradition. Georgia's demonstration shows medicine needs bold innovation. Incredible respect!" someone else echoed.
Many medical staff in the audience had originally come to see Georgia make a fool of herself, but now they were deeply shocked by her demonstration.
After the intense applause died down, it was time for the judges to score. The shock was still visible on their faces. This innovative demonstration was something they couldn't have pulled off themselves.
Georgia's skill level was definitely far superior to theirs. Even against their conscience, they couldn't deny her technical brilliance.
Aron, who had scoffed at her mastering both disciplines, felt the sting of his own words. Georgia clearly operated at the pinnacle in both fields.
"Well. What's the point of being a genius without ethics?" Aron, most hostile to Georgia, declared, slamming down his score: 0.
Seeing Aron give a zero, the other judges exchanged uneasy glances. 'He's right. Skill meant nothing without ethics. A bad character is the worst sin,' they thought in unison.
"Someone like her never deserved this stage. Elevating her would be a canker in medicine. It's unfair to the others," Aron insisted righteously.
Swayed by this moral argument, three judges raised their cards almost at the same time. They all gave zero points.
Four zeros in a row. The first time in the history of the national medical finals anyone had received a zero.
Anyone making it to the finals typically scored no lower than 95. Four zeros meant only one thing: undisputed last place.
The other two judges really couldn't stand it; after a low-voiced discussion, they held up 80 and 90, respectively.
These scores were basically based on personal feelings, but even so, they couldn't change the fact that Georgia had the worst result.
Finally, Cedric raised his scorecard. The arena erupted once more. The world-renowned Cedric had given 100.
That's one hundred points. Georgia had just achieved two historic firsts: the first zero score in a national race and the first perfect score from a world-renowned expert.
Noelle's triumphant expression vanished, replaced by pallor. The judges who had given zeros also turned pale. This result was a brutal rebuke for them.
Janice, sitting beside Noelle, who moments ago had been flattering, whispered confusedly, "Did Dr. Benneth confuse her with you? He came for you, right? Why give Georgia full marks?"
Noelle, her face pale, stared fixedly at the stage. 'Why? Why would Dr. Benneth give that bitch a perfect score?' she mused.
Cedric leaned into his microphone, he remarked concisely, "Bold innovation. Meticulous execution. Flawless technique."
Then he continued, "She demonstrated the very essence of modern medicine therapy. This level far surpasses international first-rate practitioners."
The high praise caused another stir. Noelle felt as if she'd been slapped, her gaze fixed on Georgia with pure hatred. 'Damn Bitch!' she cursed silently.