"Philip, don't be mad, okay?"
Phil had no clue what he'd done wrong this time. He had always aimed to please the professor, and when she was happy, so was
Philip. Had he messed up again?
He was at a loss. Panic began to set in, the icy grip of the machinery he feared he'd be thrown back into seemed all too close.
"Philip."
The voice was grating to him, and in an instant, Philip grabbed Phil's hand tightly, his tone tinged with rare sulk. He never snapped
at this person, but this time, he couldn't hold back.
"You slept with her? What were you thinking?"
"lI wanted you to be happy."
"Do you think that makeshappy?"
Confusion clouded Phil's eyes as he echoed the question, not understanding why Philip wouldn't be happy.
Philip suddenly felt embarrassed, as if his gentle facade was being ripped away. He'd lived in Greenfield for so long, witnessed so
much deceit and change of heart, yet now he couldn't deal with one sincere soul.
Releasing Phil's hand after a long pause, Philip still didn't know what to say. He turned to retreat to his room, with Phil trailing
behind him cautiously, not wanting to stir his anger further.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce in the room, Philip stood by a cabfilled with leaves Phil had collected, each meticulously cleaned.
These specimens would last for years. After a minute with closed eyes, Philip spoke, "Don't sleep with her again."
"But..."
"No buts."
Phil finally didn’t argue further. He fished a piece of biscuit from his pocket and began to crumble it, nibbling on the pieces.
Philip watched him, feeling a mixture of frustration and pity. After such a significant incident, Phil seemed unaffected, not realizing
what being with a woman twice his age entailed.
A sigh escaped Philip as he felt the turmoil within him settle.
"From now on, just do what makes you happy."
A look of bewilderment crossed Phil's face; then he said without hesitation, "As long as you're happy, I'm happy."
Philip was left speechless. Phil returned to his crumbled biscuit as if to say, “Just don't be mad; that's all that matters.”
He still understood nothing, still taking Philip's word as gospel.
lan had been in the base for two whole days. The staff here were the lowest of the low, their sole task to drag bodies around, either
dragging screaming people or the deceased. They all wore the suniform: white hazmat suits and goggles.
lan was growing restless; Dylan and Walter were clearly not in this section.
The research base was massive, and from snippets of conversation, lan gathered this was just a tiny corner of it. The heart of the
base lay further in, a place off-limits to the likes of them.
Then, in the afternoon, three individuals arrived, looking to select a few people to transfer to another area.
The refugees brought here were subjected to general experiments, and those who passed certain criteria were taken elsewhere.
lan saw his chance and volunteered to help with the transfers, shadowing the group into a new section.
The layout was similar, and the staff wore the suniforms. He overheard the person in front leading the briefing.
"Move it, these folks are for the Doctor."
"The Doctor's coming out of seclusion? But what about that last big project of hers?"
"That madwoman's got snew plan?"
"Shut it, the Doctor is not someone you lot can gossip about."
The Doctor? Who was that? While lan pondered this, the man took a call.
Before answering, the man glanced at lan, "What are you still doing here? Get the hell back to your section."
lan pretended not to hear, and the man quickly answered the call, "Doctor, you're coming personally? Yes, of course. I'll open the
gate for you."
The man no longer had tto deal with lan and hurried to a massive door. As the door slowly opened, an elegant woman stepped
out. This was Sarah, Doctor of the research base.
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