Chapter 1119 Plagiarism
After doing so, Donovan edited his thesis one last time. Once he made sure that there were no problems with it, he sent it to his mentor for review.
Although Noah had said that he would not care about him anymore, the professors at Maxwell University were responsible individuals. Hence, he still read through Donovan’s thesis meticulously.
Noah’s hands quivered when he realized that even the last example in Donovan’s thesis was perfect. Undeniably, he was pleasantly surprised by his student’s work quality.
Almost instantly, he called Donovan’s number and exclaimed, “Donovan, I’ve perused your thesis. There aren’t any problems with it. At the very least, you’ll succeed in the thesis defense perfectly.”
Despite knowing full well that his mentor would say that, Donovan said humbly, “Thank you, Mr. Noah.”
Noah then sighed. “Honestly, considering that you’re able to come up with this in such a short time, it shows that you’re indeed gifted in this field. I’m really happy for you, and I’m proud of you.”
Upon hearing his praise, Donovan had mixed feelings.
After all, he did not come up with that example—he had plagiarized Arielle’s work.
Donovan tightened his fists. The theses of the graduates of Maxwell University would not be revealed to the public. As long as he said nothing, no one would realize it.
Everyone would assume that it was his original work.
Furthermore, Arielle was, in a way, his student. He was the one to mentor her, so her work was his.
He was not plagiarizing.
After he found the perfect excuse for himself, the worries in his heart dissipated.
With that, he accepted the praise from his mentor without guilt. “Thank you, Mr. Noah. I’m glad that I didn’t let you down.”
A sigh escaped Noah’s mouth. “If you successfully graduate and return to being a teacher, you must remember that all the students are your children. You have to treat them equally. Do you understand?”
“I got it, Mr. Noah,” Donovan replied and only put down his phone after Noah ended the call.
Soon, he saw an email from his university, which informed him that his thesis had passed the first round of the thesis defense.
In a marvelous mood, he even drank some wine to celebrate and did something out of character—calling Queenie.
When Queenie received his call, her joy was audible from the silence on her end.
Hearing nothing from her, Donovan frowned and asked, “What’s the matter? Are you busy?”
“No, no!” she hastily said. “I-I’m just too happy…”
“It’s just a call. Does it really bring you that much joy?” was what Donovan said, but he was extremely pleased.
Although he did not love Queenie, it did not stop him from feeling happy about how smitten she was with him.
It made him feel like he was someone.
Queenie did not conceal her elation. Smiling, she said, “I thought you’d be really busy throughout your time at Maxwell University… I thought you weren’t going to call me, and I didn’t dare to call you. I was afraid that I would disturb you.”
Delighted, Donovan said, “You can call me whenever you want to next time. However, I will be having my thesis defense at ten in the morning, Lightspring’s time. So, don’t call during then. My phone will be switched off.”
“Okay!” Queenie replied obediently, swiveling her eyes around as an idea came to her mind. After her call with Donovan ended, she booked a ticket to Lightspring without telling him.
She wanted to congratulate his graduation from Maxwell University in person.
The people who could graduate from Maxwell University were the cream of the crop in their respective fields. Since he was her husband, she should share the glory as well.
Before boarding the plane, Queenie even bought a present from the airport duty-free store.
