But a well-defined hand caught his wrist.
A man with a chilling presence stepped in front of Selena, his brow furrowed in displeasure. “You don’t get to touch her.”
Old Mr. Foster, who had also arrived after hearing the news, pulled Dylan back.
He glanced at Adrian but said nothing.
*
Isabel's procedure didn't take long. After Dr. Lawson cleaned and treated the wound, his expression was somber.
The anesthetic in her right hand had kicked in, and as the initial searing pain subsided, Isabel became more lucid.
“Dr. Lawson, my right hand...”
Dr. Lawson could only say, “Let’s admit you for now and see how it heals.”
Though he didn’t say it outright, Isabel had a sinking feeling.
The emergency room doors opened.
The moment she saw Selena, she lunged, raising her left hand to strike.
But her wrist was caught in mid-air.
She looked up at the tall, aloof man, her gaze colder than ever before. “Let go.”
Adrian didn’t release her, his dark eyes filled with disapproval. “Accidents happen in a lab. Besides, you’re just an assistant. What does an injury to your right hand matter?”
Isabel tried to pull her hand back, but his grip only tightened. She kicked out, aiming to end his family line.
His grip on her hand loosened.
Isabel looked at Selena, who was hiding behind Adrian, her voice frigid. “I didn't want to get into any of this with you, but you just had to push it. So remember this: from now on, I will make your life a living hell.”
Without another glance at Adrian, she turned and walked away.
Dylan hurried after her.
Old Mr. Foster finally spoke. “Accidents in a lab are one thing. But if a person can’t even hold a test tube steady, they have no right to be a researcher.”
His words were pointed but brief.
After they had all left, Selena clutched Adrian’s sleeve and whimpered, “Adrian, am I going to be fired from the lab?”

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