Chapter 0060
Judy’s POV
All the professors knew about my dyslexia?
How did the dean find out? The doctors and therapists assured me that no one outside my circle would ever know. I certainly never wanted anyone to treat me differently—like I was incapable. But now, it felt as though my worst fears were coming true. They knew about my disability, and it seemed they had already decided I wasn’t truly capable of learning the material.
My heart tightened at the thought. They were blaming me for Carol’s expulsion, accusing me of cheating, and casting doubt on everything I had worked so hard for.
I couldn’t stand there listening to Nicole and Professor Morgan any longer. I wasn’t about to let this situation ruin my favorite class, nor was I going to let my professors see me as less capable than anyone else. I wasn’t going to let their assumptions dictate my future.
With a deep breath, I folded my arms across my chest and marched around the corner to confront them. Nicole’s face drained of color when she saw me. Her mouth fell open, and it was clear from the look on her face that she knew I had overheard everything.
“Judy!” Nicole stammered, her voice trembling. “H…how long have you been here?”
“Long enough,” I said, furrowing my brows, my tone cold and sharp. “What’s going on? How did everyone find out about my dyslexia?”
Professor Morgan’s face went pale.
“The dean called us in early this morning for a faculty meeting to discuss it,” he said, avoiding my gaze.
“How did the dean find out?” I asked, my voice growing tight with frustration. “Nobody was supposed to know.”
“I’m not sure,” he muttered, his discomfort obvious. “He must have gotten some outside intel.”
I pressed my lips together, fighting back the storm of emotions building inside me. Stepping closer to him, I fixed him with a stern, unwavering gaze. “Let’s get one thing straight, Professor. I got into this program on my own merits. I didn’t buy my way into this school—I worked my ass off to become a top student. My dyslexia doesn’t define who I am or what I can do. If anything, it makes me work harder. I’ve made it this far without extra help or having anyone treat me like I’m incapable. I can read and write just fine. It may take me a little longer than others, but I’m perfectly fine. I succeed because I set my mind and heart to it.”
I paused for a moment, letting my words sink in before delivering the final blow. “If you’re incapable of teaching me like you do the other students, then maybe I need to find a different professor.”
Nicole’s eyes narrowed, and she shot a knowing look at her brother. “I told you so, didn’t I?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Professor Morgan shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet either of our gazes. His shoulders hunched slightly, and his voice lowered, filled with remorse. “I apologize, Miss Montague. You’re right. I shouldn’t have assumed you were incapable just because I learned about your condition. I hope you accept my apology.”
“I will,” I said firmly. “But only if you relay my message—not just to my professors, but to the dean as well. I’m more than capable of accomplishing my tasks without anyone’s extra assistance or pity. I won’t be treated like I’m stupid.”
Professor Morgan nodded, his head bowing in submissive acknowledgment. “I will,” he said quietly.
I stepped back and exhaled a long, steady breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding. So this was why my professors had been acting strange today.
“Now, can we get back to what we were discussing before I walked in?” I asked, my voice firm, shifting the topic as I eyed both of them. “Besides me.”
Professor Morgan cleared his throat and straightened up. “Right. I’m introducing a new move today.” He rummaged through his folder and pulled out a piece of paper. “These are the coordinates of the move I want everyone to practice.”
He handed me the paper, and I glanced at it before handing it back with a nod. “Seems easy enough.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Care to demonstrate?”
A confident smirk spread across my face as I turned to Nicole. “Want to spar with me?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, please.”
She got into position, ready for my attack. One second, she was standing in front of me, and the next, she was lying flat on her back, her eyes wide in dazed surprise. I was standing over her, one elbow on her throat, my leg stretched across her shoulder after I’d used my entire body to flip her to the ground.
Professor Morgan let out a small chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “I was crazy to doubt your capabilities.”
For the rest of the class, Nicole and I continued sparring, working through the new moves, each one more fluid than the last.
