Just as he was spacing out, Owen carefully leaned over and warned Martin as he looked at the latter’s
sullen face.
“Chief, the cig is going to burn your fingers.”
Only then did Martin realize that. He immediately flicked the cigarette butt that almost burned his
fingers onto the ground. He extinguished it before picking it up and tossing it into the nearby trash can.
His expression was very sullen, so Owen cautiously tried to comfort him. “Chief, don’t be too sad.
We’ve failed so many times previously…”
This is just another of those attempts.’
As Owen saw Martin’s expression darken, he did not mention the latter half of the sentence.
Martin knew what he said was true, but the failure of the experiment sent his mood down into the
abyss.
He irritably scratched his fluffy curly hair. In the end, he finally took a deep breath before he said softly,”
I’ll be heading home for a bit.”
He wanted to go home to calm down and consider if he should be persisting on this path or not.
After all, he had encountered way too many bumps in the past six months. As he thought of this, Martin
directly walked out of the lab.
Seeing that his expression had mellowed down somewhat, Joyce tossed the things in her hand over to
her assistant and trotted over as she softly called out to Martin.
“Martin, wait for me!”
Martin suddenly stopped as he once again impatiently looked at Joyce, his tone somewhat unfriendly.
“What else do you want?”
Martin walked very fast, and it was tough for Joyce to keep up with him. Seeing that he finally stopped,
she did not care about his attitude as she panted and said, “Let’s go home together. You and me.”
“WHAT?’ Martin frowned. “What did you say?”
Joyce looked at him as she recomposed her breathing. She smiled at Martin, “Go home, of course…
Eh, Martin, wait for me!”
Martin was not in the mood to listen to her as he turned around and left in disgust.
Joyce’s voice chasing after him came from behind him, “Martin, wait for me!”
When Martin heard that she was chasing after him, his expression turned even more sullen as he
immediately walked out of the hospital.
Joyce, even when she used all of her strength, could not keep up with Martin’s pace.
Seeing that Martin was walking farther and farther away, Joyce trembled in a fury.
After getting into his car, Martin recalled what Joyce told him as he irritably took out his phone and
called that number again.
He was a man of his word. He would never break his promise.
The phone rang for a good while, but no one answered, and just as Martin was about to hang up, the
call suddenly connected.
What came from the other side was still that gentle voice, “Martin, it’s me. What’s the matter?”
Martin remembered the last time he told Mr. Wyance to not hand over his phone to his stepmother, and
the latter simply ignored him, and that made him so furious that he could not speak for a moment.
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