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 experiment.

How could Piloy compare to Viola Thompson?

Viola Thompson was a marvel in the world of biology.

Piloy was conceited beyond measure.

How could she ever surpass Viola Thompson?

Why hadn’t he seen through all of this at the time?

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 me famous in the world of biology, but I never expected…”

I never expected that it would directly ruin my future.

From now on, my name could never appear in the world of biology again.

And I would forever become a cautionary tale for all researchers.

Mason added, “Professor Alnwick was the one with foresight. I remember, you guys approached him first, right?”

Carson nodded, “At that time, I really couldn’t understand why Alnwick refused, and even thought for a time 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 time.

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 rimmed red, “Thank God you are safe. If you had been bitten by a zombie, what would your father and I do?”

Delridge was extremely 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 come true in the end.

Suddenly, Sana turned into a zombie.

The crowd panicked, leading to a stampede; Delridge watched in horror as his friends became food for zombies and then, one by one, they too transformed into zombies.

The scene was extremely 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 remember 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 moment, then said, “Professor Alnwick, please, come in, come in.”

Delridge had already told Jeff about the situation.

That Alnwick would come to visit Delridge at a time 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 somehow be managed with treatment, 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 time 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 come to see him on his own accord.

Alnwick walked to the bedside and asked with concern, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,”–somehow, 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.”