The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

At the College of Engineering Physics, Mirabella had just gotten a message on Messenger from Dr. Elliot, asking her to swing by his office.

Downstairs, by the elevator, Robert was waiting. When he saw Mirabella, he broke into a warm smile. "Hey, you made it."

"Hello, Professor," Mirabella greeted him politely.

Robert nodded. "Dr. Elliot's expecting you. Let's go, I'll take you up."

He stepped into the elevator, swiped a card, and the button for the fifth floor lit up. Handing the card to Mirabella, he said calmly, "Here, this is for you. From now on, you can come straight up to the fifth floor."

Mirabella was a bit taken aback as she took the card. She remembered Matthew mentioning that the fifth floor was off-limits to students due to restricted access.noveldrama

She hesitated for a moment but then accepted the card without questioning it further.

"So, what's your major over at the School of Life Sciences?" Robert asked gently as the elevator climbed.

"Bioinformatics," Mirabella replied, twirling the card between her fingers.

Robert's brow furrowed in disbelief. "Why that major?"

He'd expected her to be in something more mainstream like Biotechnology or Biological Sciences... Bioinformatics had been on the decline in the biology field.

Wasn't this a waste of talent?

Mirabella noticed Robert's reaction and wondered just how far bioinformatics had fallen for everyone to react this way.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the fifth floor, Robert didn't press further. He

stepped out and led her to Dr. Elliot's office gesturing for her to go

while he headed to the over

door.

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Dr. Elliot was sorting through some papers when Mirabella walked in He pointed to the couch nearby,

signating her to have a seat while he finished up. Once done, he joined her on the couch.

"I was in a meeting at the administration office when you came by to report the other day," Dr. Elliot explained as he sat down.

Mirabella nodded. "That's alright."

Dr. Elliot had been in touch with Mirabella on Messenger for almost a year, so they weren't strangers. After some small talk, he asked the same question Robert had in the elevator.

Mirabella paused, then asked, "Is bioinformatics a very niche field?"

Dr. Elliot thought for a moment. "It's not completely niche, but in the last decade,

the field hasn't produced any standout talents, so it's become a bit undervalued by the college."

Mirabella nodded, starting to grasp what Dr. Elliot meant.

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For a prestigious institution like Prestige College, which was a leading national university and talent incubator backed by state support, a field that didn't contribute significantly or align with key research priorities was bound to decline.

Seeing Mirabella's interest, Dr. Elliot continued, "So, you chose this major?"

"Yeah." Mirabella didn't mention that she had been pushed into the bioinformatics program.

Dr. Elliot felt a twinge of regret but considered that the rarity of persistence in such

a niche field might mean more opportunities for his department.

Clearing his throat, he set aside his thoughts and advised earnestly, "No worries, every major has its value. Since you've chosen it, give it your all."