No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Elisa's gaze flickered, and her eyes shifted to meet Gareth's gentle expression. As he spoke to her moments before, his voice carried a soothing tone that was able to calm her down.

Jeremy interjected, "That's right. At moments like these, we can only leave it up to fate. But I have a feeling that you will succeed this time."

Elisa's smile had a bitter tinge to it. "If it's successful this time, it might be your luck."

"Nah, it's definitely yours. Let's begin, shall we?" He replied instantly.

Gareth got up and walked to Elisa without a hint of the oppressive air he had been carrying.

"No matter the outcome of the results, we must bear it. Even though we had seventeen failures in half a year, we still have time."

Elisa took a deep breath to keep her emotions in check.

"Let's begin," Gareth encouraged softly.

Without any hesitation, she mixed both liquids together.

One was a medicine they had just invented, while the other contained cancerous cells.

If the cancerous cells could be exterminated, this attempt would be considered successful, and they could proceed with the next experiment.

Under Gareth and Jeremy's expectant gazes, the liquid mixed well together.

Elisa drew a deep breath before saying, "We have to wait fifteen minutes for them to fully integrate."

"Okay," Gareth replied.

He seemed gentle and calming that day. An outsider might assume it was because of Julia that he gave in to Elisa's approach and even encouraged her humbly.

In fact, even Elisa had similar thoughts.

Nevertheless, Jeremy thought otherwise. He knew that Gareth's behavior and attitude were purely because of Elisa. He wanted to calm her down and ease her worry. It had nothing to do with Julia.

Jeremy knew that Gareth cared a lot about Elisa. I wonder when he will come to his senses about that.

He shot another gaze at Gareth, whose focus was entirely on Elisa. Heaving an internal sigh, he retracted his gaze.

It's not the time to talk about this now.

Elisa stood frozen in front of the two cylinders, not daring to budge an inch as if the cancerous cells might replicate uncontrollably as soon as she moved.

She pursed her lips and clenched her fists tightly subconsciously.

Soon, seconds and minutes passed.

After taking many breaths, fifteen minutes were finally up.