Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 440

“Then again, a man like Mr. Reed is an excellent judge of character. In his line of work, a single traitor would be fatal.”

“As the saying goes, you can never truly know what's in someone's heart.”

Isabel thought for a long time but didn't say anything in the end.

Now that she was back, she threw herself into her work at the lab.

“You can keep yourself busy or rest for a few days. If you want anything to eat, just ask Martha. I'm taking the children with me.”

“Can’t I go?”

Isabel slung her bag over her shoulder. “If you come, you’ll just be stuck with Oliver. He’ll be training, and you’ll just be watching. Is that what you want?”

Figuring that would be boring, Evelyn went to the research institute instead.

Isabel took Edmund to the lab, while Evelyn watched Oliver train in the courtyard.

“Not bad, nephew.”

She watched him do perfect push-ups, the small muscles in his arms tense and powerful.

Oliver said, “I have to protect Mom. The enemy includes Dad. I know how strong he is.”

Evelyn had always been curious about something. “Didn’t you used to like Selena a lot? Why the sudden change of heart, coming to find your mom? Was Selena mean to you?”

“No.” Oliver shook his head.

Selena had always spent more time with Adrian.

After Isabel went abroad, he had stayed at the family estate with his grandmother.

He actually hadn't seen Selena much.

As for why he had come back to Isabel to apologize and ask for forgiveness…

He finished his fifty push-ups and sat on the ground to rest.

“I heard that Mom died.”

His head drooped, and he touched his chest. “My heart hurt so much then. I realized I couldn't bear to lose my mom.”

“I knew I was wrong, but back then, Selena was really gentle and nice. She didn't supervise me and bought me lots of things Mom wouldn't let me eat. I felt a bit more free.”

“But a child’s hands are definitely not as steady as an adult’s.”

“You all still need to work hard. My hand can’t produce that much on its own.”

She had reviewed the files of several cancer patients.

The version Felix Lane could currently produce was fine for them.

For more severe cases, she could only make a few pills herself.

Large-scale production was temporarily beyond her capacity.

“Isabel, your right hand…” Felix Lane stared at it. “Is there really no hope? Doesn’t X-1 have restorative properties? Or you could teach me another method, and I’ll handle it.”

Isabel shook her head. “It’s really not going to get better. I’m lucky I can even hold a test tube now. The tendon was severed; it’s not an issue with nerves or cells. The drug isn't that magical. If it could fix everything, I wouldn’t be a pharmaceutical researcher, I’d be a goddess.”

Felix Lane sighed. “X-1 is already this difficult. The work you have planned next will demand even more from your right hand.”

Isabel held up her left hand. “That’s why I’m training it. Don’t worry. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”