Spoiled by Mr. Russell

Rhea approached the computer and realized it was still working. However, she dared not touch it.

A while later, Fred entered in his robe. He yawned, looking a bit upset as he asked, “What’s so important that you had to see me in the middle of the night?

Do you think you can do whatever you want just because I praised you recently?” “No, Your Grace. It’s about something important,” Rhea quickly explained, “We’re supposed to proceed with R10 tomorrow, but no one has told us about the procedure until now.

“I fear we will make irreversible mistakes and affect the experiment’s outcome.” Fred looked at her as he impatiently sat down behind the desk. “That’s it?

Someone will give each of you a handbook on what to do tomorrow. Now, all you have to do is rest.” “But…” Rhea noticed he was about to leave and quickly said, “But we might not be prepared then.”

“The experiment is not as complicated as you imagine, all right?” Fred said dismissively, “With your abilities, I’m sure you guys will be able to do it.”

reasoned, “Although I didn’t create R10, I know what ingredients it contains. Even a slight error in dosage could harm

sure you don’t wish to see it fail, right? Even though we can start over and make adjudgments when the subjects are harmed

desperately yet

pensive, seemingly considering

considered it over and over. I have no idea

created it,

straight, asking solemnly. He was unaware of

secretly read her notes once. I feel there’s something amiss about the lab data. I’m not sure if she did it on purpose, but there

recalled what she read, “If R10 is