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"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

to

morning when he saw Phil leaving Isaac's room. It

there all night. What had he been

off guard by Philip's presence, his eyes briefly flickering with surprise

coming out

been staying with

her? What do you

root in Philip's mind, and it grew as Phil said, "Just

it."

was stunned, struggling for words, and it took him for over ten seconds

and Phil

replaced by a dawning realization. Phil's emotional life was

interacting on his

he could hold long conversations, appear confident. But

used his own personality to interact with the world.

"How could you—"

man in a normal relationship would be interested in a

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of five, all Phil knew was the white lab coats, clear glass walls, and the chill of

the seasons.

went outside, even the slightest breeze was a ty. So whenever he went out, he'd return with pockets

leaves.

to truly understand this blood

professor, or what excuses she'd used to coax him into

Phil understood so little.

was visibly nervous, not oblivious