Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Professor, why would the higher-ups ever let a medical prodigy like her go? The research base needs her."

Isaac took a slow sip of his tea, her tone laced with confusion.

"I still can't wrap my head around it. How did Cynthia manage to leave back then? Even Summer didn't have the clout to pull that

off. And I'm quite curious about Summer. His rank in the base isn't all that high, not like the top brass anyway. He's more or less on

the slevel as me."

She was just one of the core members of the base, not quite in the inner circle of power. If she couldn't let someone go, how could

Summer possibly have the influence?

Philip couldn't involve himself in these matters, but he listened intently.

Isaac rubbed her temples in frustration, "And this Sarah has been butting heads with me; she even outright rejected your

nomination for chairman over the phone in the rudest way."

Sarah had the favor of the higher-ups and could almost do as she pleased at the base. Isaac dared not cross her currently. Her only

option was to vent in the privacy of her own room.

Philip remained silent. He rarely saw Sarah; she spent most of her tin the labs. If only he could communicate with this Sarah,

maybe he could get his hands on that weapon.

"Professor, have the higher-ups cto a conclusion about the whereabouts of the weapon?"

"No, that weapon is too dangerous. It's up to the chairpersons now. If they don't want it, and neither do the core members, I might

pull sstrings

with that, Philip stood, ready to

walked in to assist Isaac with her

had never thought much of it until the next morning when he saw Phil leaving Isaac's room. It was

there all night. What had

eyes

coming out of the

been staying

What do

Philip's mind, and it grew as Phil said, "Just some...reproduction stuff.

it."

for words, and it took him for over ten

their ages - Isaac was fifty, and Phil was only twenty-seven. It wasn't of his

by a dawning realization. Phil's emotional life was like a blank slate,

interacting on

long conversations, appear confident. But back at the base,

interact with the world. When he was outside, he practically mimicked another

"How could you—"

a normal relationship would

wanted to make you happy," Phil looked confused, struggling to form a coherent

was the white lab coats, clear glass walls, and

the seasons.

a ty. So whenever he went out, he'd return with pockets full

leaves.

truly understand this blood relative

a bed with the professor, or what excuses she'd

Phil understood so little.

Phil was visibly nervous, not oblivious to the change in