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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

able to pull sstrings for

you, Professor," with that, Philip stood, ready to take his

Phil walked in to assist Isaac with her

until the next morning when he saw Phil leaving Isaac's room. It was 5:30 AM, which

all night. What

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

out

staying

her? What do you

feeling started to take root in Philip's mind, and it grew as Phil said, "Just some...reproduction stuff. The professor, she

it."

him for

Isaac was fifty, and Phil was only

normally gentle expression faded, replaced by a dawning realization. Phil's emotional life was like a blank

others, rarely interacting on his

hold long conversations, appear confident. But back at the base, he was

the world. When he

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was the white lab coats, clear glass

the seasons.

went outside, even the slightest breeze was a ty. So whenever

leaves.

Philip realized he had never tried to truly understand this blood relative of his.

with the professor, or what excuses

Phil understood so little.

was visibly nervous, not oblivious to the