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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

Professor," with that, Philip

to assist Isaac with

had never thought much of it until the next morning when he saw Phil leaving Isaac's room. It was 5:30 AM, which meant

been there all night. What

Philip's presence, his eyes briefly

out of

staying with

her? What do

it grew as Phil said, "Just some...reproduction stuff. The

it."

him for over ten

quickly calculated their ages - Isaac was fifty, and Phil was only twenty-seven.

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

others, rarely interacting on his

appear confident. But back at

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

"How could you—"

in a normal relationship would be interested

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

the seasons.

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

leaves.

understand this blood

a bed with the professor, or what

Phil understood so little.

visibly nervous, not oblivious to the