NovelOnline"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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"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, | might
be able to pull sstrings for you."
"Thank you, Professor," with that, Philip stood, ready to take his leave.
At that moment, Phil walked in to assist Isaac with her nightly routine.
Philip 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 Phil
had been there all night. What had he been doing?
Phil was caught off guard by Philip's presence, his eyes briefly flickering with surprise before he greeted him, "Philip."
"Why are you coming out of the professor's room?"
"I've been staying with her."
"Staying with her? What do you mean?"
A bad feeling started to take root in Philip's mind, and it grew as Phil said, "Just some...reproduction stuff. The professor, she likes
it."
Philip was stunned, struggling for words, and it took him for over ten seconds before the implications hit him.
He quickly calculated their ages - Isaac was fifty, and Phil was only twenty-seven. It wasn't of his own accord.
Philip's normally gentle expression faded, replaced by a dawning realization. Phil's emotional life was like a blank slate, only ever
mimicking others, rarely interacting on his own.
When he mimicked Philip, he could hold long conversations, appear confident. But back at the base, he was just a big kid, for he
rarely used his own personality to interact with the world. When he was outside, he practically mimicked another person.
"How could you—"
No twenty-seven-year-old man in a normal relationship would be interested in a fifty-year-old woman.
"Philip, the professor asked. | wanted to make you happy," Phil looked confused, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
Before the age of five, all Phil knew was the white lab coats, clear glass walls, and the chill of scientific instruments. He didn't know
the seasons.
The first the went outside, even the slightest breeze was a ty. So whenever he went out, he'd return with pockets full of
leaves.
In that moment, Philip realized he had never tried to truly understand this blood relative of his. He didn't know when Phil had
started sharing a bed with the professor, or what excuses she'd used to coax him into it.
Phil understood so little.
"Philip, are you angry?" Phil was visibly nervous, not oblivious to the change in Philip's mood.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPhilip didn't answer. He was indeed angry, with a deep, hidden rage. By all accounts, he should be ruthless, stopping at nothing to
achieve his goals.
Now, the professor was busy ensuring Philip's rise to chairman. If Phil could keep her happy, wasn't that a good thing?
But he knew, in that moment, a strong and secretive anger burned within him, not just anger, but also shame.
He'd worked so hard, secured his place in the organization BK, was set to have a seat of power in the base, and he had piles of
money.
So why hadn't he protected the one family member he had? Or rather, had he ever considered protecting Phil?
In his eyes, Phil had always been his shadow, a perfectly obedient shadow. Whatever he told Phil to do, even if it was to walk into
death's embrace, Phil never hesitated.
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