Chapter 338 FSI Enters the Fray — Fourth Alias Unmasked!

Chapter 338 FSI Enters the Fray — Fourth Alias Unmasked!

Only young people lived on Instagram.

Men like Delbert and Emory—older, established, with reputations that preceded them—had never used social media. They had never needed to. Their entire lives revolved around their research. They barely had time to eat, let alone scroll through feeds of strangers' opinions.

So even as Trevor's scandal exploded across Instagram, sparking a storm of controversy, Emory and Delbert remained completely oblivious.

Until that afternoon, when Rocco called Emory to tell him the police had taken Trevor in. And that Amelia had publicly defended him—only to get torn apart by the internet.

That was when Emory realized how bad things had gotten.

He immediately tried calling Trevor. The line was dead. He called Delbert next.

The accusations were horrific. Luring underage girls with promises of admission slots. Sabotaging colleagues. Forcing students to do his work. Verbally abusing them. Sexual harassment. Attempted rape.

Emory prided himself on reading people. He had known Trevor for years, worked alongside him, watched how he operated. Trevor had a temper, sure—but he would never insult a student. In fact, he treated his students better than he treated his colleagues or superiors.

The man was a workaholic. His entire existence centered on his research. His students were so eager to prove themselves they practically fought for the chance to help him. He did not need to exploit anyone.

He had never even gotten married. People had tried setting him up,he would not even look at their photos. He was devoted solely to his work.

That man was supposed to have sexually harassed a student? Attempted rape? It was absurd.

Emory did not believe the reports or the so-called leaks. He trusted his own judgment.

So when he told Delbert what was happening, Delbert did not hesitate. They had to speak up.

Emory's voice was steady, resolute. "Amelia's just a kid, and she had the guts to defend Trevor in the middle of this uproar. If two old guys like us don't do something, what does that say about us?"

Delbert had known Trevor too long to stand by and watch him get destroyed.

At five p.m., Emory posted from the Instagram account Rocco had just set up and verified for him.

[I've known Trevor for thirty, getting to forty years. He is not the man those reports describe. As for that anonymous post—I don't believe a word of it.

And Amelia. Trevor praised her to me and Delbert more times than I can count. Called her the most talented research mind he'd ever seen. She was someone he valued—and now she's being smeared as someone he exploited. It's disgusting.

Stop spreading lies and wait for the facts.]

Delbert followed immediately after.

[Those photos were taken right after Emory and I left the restaurant.

The three of us had dinner together—me, Emory, and Trevor. We went to Prestige High School together to offer Amelia an admission slot, because her talent defies conventional understanding.

Trevor sabotaging colleagues? Exploiting and insulting students? I've never heard anything like that at Aurora College. Those chat logs people are passing around—who knows if they're even real.

Don't let yourselves get manipulated. Use your heads.]

Students from Prestige High School's senior Class A. Emory. Delbert. Every single one of them said the same thing—Amelia was a genius.

Could a seventeen-year-old girl really be that exceptional?

The answer came at six p.m., when FSI's official Instagram account posted for only the second time since joining the Celestria platform.

And no one—absolutely no one—had seen it coming.

[Regarding recent controversy surrounding the author Azure of the paper "Advances and Prospects in Acromegaly Research" published by our journal, we wish to make the following statement: Azure is @Amelia, a senior at Prestige High School in Celestria.In November of last year, Amelia's paper was submitted to our editorial board and immediately recognized as a Level 1 contribution. We awarded Amelia twenty thousand dollars and a custom commemorative gift.

Because the paper was submitted on Amelia's behalf by Trevor Lewis of Celestria, the prize money was transferred to Professor Lewis's account for him to pass along. The commemorative gift was designed based on Amelia's pen name 'Azure'—a blue crystal star.

Amelia is the youngest author FSI has published since our founding in 1980. She is, without question, a prodigy in the field of biomedical research. Her work has made a significant contribution to global acromegaly research and has greatly accelerated the development of targeted treatments.

We ask that Celestria users cease making defamatory statements about Amelia under FSI's name. In cases of severe harassment, we will assist Amelia in pursuing legal action.]

The top comment in the replies was just two words: [Holy shit.]

Nothing else could sum it up. The trolls finally understood—everything Amelia had said on Instagram was true.

She was not lying. She was Azure. And FSI had just confirmed it themselves.

FSI. The journal that published the world's most groundbreaking research. And they had just publicly stated that a high school girl from Celestria had contributed to global science.

How could anyone not be stunned?

Everyone who had mocked her, insulted her, called her a liar—they were left red-faced.

Someone finally went back to the original River City Daily article that had exposed Trevor.

In the second photo, the blurred-out girl was holding up a blue crystal star, examining it in the sunlight.

Zoom in on the original image. At the base of the star, on the left side, two white words were visible. Zoom in further—"Blue Star."

No one had noticed before.

Shortly after FSI's post went live, the medical expert who had been the first to retweet Amelia's statement with mockery quietly deleted his post, hoping no one would remember.

But the internet never forgets. Within minutes, his pinned post was flooded with comments—nothing but ridicule and scorn.

And under Amelia's single Instagram post, the vicious comments that had been upvoted to the top were quietly disappearing as the trolls deleted them in shame.

By seven p.m., the Instagram trending page had exploded.

The hashtags from this morning were still there—#AnonymousPostClaimsTrevorAttemptedRape, #AmeliaAzure, #TrevorTakenByPolice—but now they were joined by a flood of new ones.

#BeautyBloggerSpeaksUpForAmelia, #AmeliaRejectedThreeProfessors, #WhyAmeliaChoseLaw, #AmeliaEmory, #AmeliaDelbert, #PlotTwistFSIConfirmsAmeliaIsAzure, #FSICallsAmeliaGlobalContributor…

And sitting at number one: #GeniusGirlAmelia.

Nine p.m.

In the hotel room, Dorian and Amelia had just finished organizing the chat screenshots. Saul still had not woken up. Dorian absently opened Instagram.

The second she saw the trending page, her eyes went wide. She gasped, clutching her phone, and let out a shriek.