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When will such an IQ ever come my way?

This thought was clearly unrealistic, as an individual like Ellen Young probably wouldn't come around even in a hundred years—

No, it must take thousands of years of fate to see such a phenomenon.

The Woods living abroad almost spat blood when they saw the public announcement.

The many events that had occurred recently didn't shock them as much as the revelation of Ellen Young's identity did.

"This, this—"

Daniel Wood, looking at the exposed encyclopedia information, seemed about to go mad.

It was as if he had seen a ghost.

His scalp tingled, and his face twitched uncontrollably.

The litany of awards wasn't the point; the point was that this person was Ellen Young, their daughter!

Olivia Johnson, too, saw document after document, each like a slap to her proud face, a slap to her very being.

The child she once looked down upon, thinking she was nothing but a countryside born child without even a diploma.