Chapter 1805: 435: Everything is responsive_3
Carson also sighed, “I regret it too.”
Deeply regret it.
Back then, he shouldn’t have gotten so excited and agreed to Piloy’s experint.
How could Piloy compare to Viola Thompson?
Viola Thompson was a marvel in the world of biology.
Piloy was conceited beyond asure.
How could she ever surpass Viola Thompson?
Why hadn’t he seen through all of this at the ti?
Now burdened with so many lives lost, even if not criminally liable, it left him unable to find peace or comfort.
Carson tugged at his hair with his hands.
Mason looked at Carson and continued, “When I agreed to join the P·D Plan, I thought it would make famous in the world of biology, but I never expected…”
I never expected that it would directly ruin my future.
From now on, my na could never appear in the world of biology again.
And I would forever beco a cautionary tale for all researchers.
Mason added, “Professor Alnwick was the one with foresight. I rember, you guys approached him first, right?”
Carson nodded, “At that ti, I really couldn’t understand why Alnwick refused, and even thought for a ti that he would regret it.”
I never thought that I would be the one filled with regret.
Mason showed a resigned smile, “Maybe that’s the fate’s design.”
Isn’t there a saying in Sinian Country:
Everything is fate, beyond one’s control.
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Delridge was also in the building at that ti.
Fortunately for him, he was lucky enough to evade the zombie attack, but he had fallen while fleeing for his life, which resulted in him now being hospitalized with injuries.
His parents stayed by Delridge’s bedside, their eyes rimd red, “Thank God you are safe. If you had been bitten by a zombie, what would your father and I do?”
Delridge was extrely terrified now.
Back then, Professor Alnwick insisted on leaving, but he ridiculed Alnwick for being cowardly and afraid of trouble.
I never thought that Viola Thompson’s words would truly co true in the end.
Suddenly, Sana turned into a zombie.
The crowd panicked, leading to a stampede; Delridge watched in horror as his friends beca food for zombies and then, one by one, they too transford into zombies.
The scene was extrely cruel!
Comparable to a living hell.
That feeling, probably only those who experienced it firsthand could understand.
Although he was rescued, whenever Delridge thought of that scene, his heart was filled with terror, and his body couldn’t stop shaking.
So terrifying!
Psychological counselors were sent to help Delridge cope.
But it was of little use.
The incident had a huge impact on Delridge.
Now, whenever he closed his eyes, he would rember the events of the day, seeing his friends falling one after another…
Just then, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Delridge’s father, Jeff, went to open it.
Upon opening the door, he saw Alnwick standing outside.
Jeff was stunned for a mont, then said, “Professor Alnwick, please, co in, co in.”
Delridge had already told Jeff about the situation.
That Alnwick would co to visit Delridge at a ti like this surprised Jeff.
Alnwick, in a lowered voice, asked, “How’s Delridge now?”
After all, he was still his student.
Alnwick wouldn’t hold a grudge against a kid.
Jeff replied, “Aside from a fractured left leg, there’s a slight concussion; the doctor said he needs to be kept under observation. Physical injuries can sohow be managed with treatnt, but it’s the emotional scars that are hard to heal.”
At the end of his words, Jeff sighed.
As a father, seeing his son plagued by nightmares every ti he tried to sleep took a toll on his heart.
Hearing this, Alnwick frowned slightly and followed Jeff into the room.
Jeff looked at Delridge lying in bed and cheerfully said, “Delridge, look who’s here!”
Delridge barely lifted his eyelids, but when he saw the visitor, he was visibly excited.
“Profe… Professor!”
He thought his teacher would never forgive him!
And yet, his teacher had co to see him on his own accord.
Alnwick walked to the bedside and asked with concern, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,”—sohow, seeing his teacher’s face made Delridge break into tears—”I’m sorry, Professor…”
He was so wrong.
Profoundly wrong.
“It’s okay,”—Alnwick sat by the bed, smiling as he comforted him—”We all grow through our experiences, teachers included.”
Because Alnwick had grown through experiences like these, he wouldn’t be petty with his student.
Being comforted by his teacher made Delridge very happy, “Thank you, Professor.”
“We don’t need to say such things between teacher and student.”
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