All Her Secrets

Branden escorted Catherine to the laboratory door. On their way, Marshall messaged Catherine. He was relieved when he was sure Catherine had set off and was almost at the lab.

As the car eased in, Catherine caught sight of Marshall standing by the stairs and smiled. "Professor Hartley's got an interesting character." Branden was always attentive to Catherine. He glanced out the window after hearing her words.

"Speople are just born for research!" Branden said.

Only ones like Marshall, who could endure, weren't bothered by fame, and devoted themselves entirely to their experiments, could scale the heights of science.

Catherine raised an eyebrow in agreement. "That's right." Branden gently ruffled her hair, and his voice softened as he replied, "My girl is too." Catherine's dedicated nature and genius mind destined her for an extraordinary life.

As the car halted, Catherine lightly pushed away Branden's hand and was ready to exit. She knew if she dawdled any longer, Marshall might rush up to tug the car door open himself.

Once Catherine got out, Branden gently grasped her arm and reminded her." Letknow when you're done." "Alright." After receiving Catherine's response, Branden reluctantly let go and watched her depart with Marshall.

Marshall hurried Catherine toward the lab without pause. The moment they stepped inside, without a nod to Patrick, Marshall guided her to the front of the lab bench.

Patrick, who had raised his hand in greeting, let it drop with a resigned smile.

Thankfully, he knew Marshall's temperament. Otherwise, he might have thought Marshall had an issue with him. He had a wry smile before following along to assess the situation. Marshall handed his calculations over to Catherine and asked her to find the possible glitches.

After Catherine glanced at the data, she didn't spot any glitches.

However, the outcwas undoubtedly incorrect.

Let's redo this,

Marshall immediately activated the machine and started the calculations anew. Halfway through, Catherine spoke up. Stop!" Though unsure of Catherine's

concluded. "The machine's malfunctioning." "The machine's malfunctioning?" Marshall and Patrick almost simultaneously exclaimed, and their tones

Marshall found it hard to believe, let alone

that be? Catherine, are you sure?” Marshall

with the machine." With Catherine's assurance, Marshall and Patrick promptly called the technical room after exchanging a glance. Marshall personally made the call,

machine had an issue. There was a module malfunctioned, and it required a month

of his usual concern for the machine, Marshall

you figure out the machine

Marshall and Patrick looked

of them. "Your calculations were correct, and so was the approach. The only possible reason for the incorrect results is external interference. Based on the deviation in the results, it had to be the machine.

calculations were right, and you should eventually arrive at the

was exceedingly capable. It was that

they were always thorough. When they found discrepancies, they'd repeatedly recalibrate, reevaluate, and search

was wrong, it naturally led to

Patrick held the report and marveled

researching for so long, to miss an issue

cause identified, Marshall felt

found the root cause. That meant the issue would be resolved