Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 359

Isabel had seen Adrian at the door, but she glanced away after a second.

After resting for a moment, she tried again. When she failed, she set it aside for the time being.

She moved on to other tasks.

After working on the computer for a while, she used the internal line to contact old Mr. Foster.

old Mr. Foster picked up the phone hanging by the door.

"Mr. Foster, I need you to find someone for me."

old Mr. Foster said, "Good timing. Someone wanted to ask you a question, but I stopped them."

With that, he called the person over.

He swiped a card to open the door and let the researcher inside.

The man was excited. "Isabel..."

Isabel nodded, her eyes scanning the ID badge on his chest.

"I need your help with something."

The man was thrilled. "I can actually help you."

Isabel was, after all, the creator of X-1.

Of course, she needed help; X-1 wasn't her achievement alone.

Edmund's assistance had been the most significant, followed by Amanda's.

In the end, however, they had insisted she take sole credit, saying this time was about proving a point, and they would co-author the next one.

"My right hand is injured, so I do need assistance."

"I used to have old Mr. Foster's grandson, Dylan, and later my son. Now that neither of them is here, I'll have to rely on you."

The man quickly replied, "It's no trouble, no trouble at all."

His gaze unconsciously fell on Isabel's right hand, where he noticed some scarring. "How did you injure your hand?"

A researcher's hands were their most important tool, especially for someone like her who could develop life-saving drugs.

Formulations had to be incredibly precise, which placed high demands on the dominant hand.

A difference of even 0.01 could alter a drug's efficacy.

"And another thing, you have no right to control who she dates. Who do you think you are?"

Adrian's lips tightened, but he didn't argue, nor did he leave.

Inside the lab, Isabel was showing the researcher what to do, but he was so nervous that his hands were even less steady than her injured one.

But if old Mr. Foster had called him over, he had to be talented.

He was just flustered by her presence.

Isabel had to move closer and steady his hand, saying gently, "Just do as I say. It'll be fine. Don't be nervous."

She then smiled at him.

The man felt his head spin. "Isabel, please don't smile. It's so beautiful I can't concentrate."

Isabel treated him like a junior colleague and gave his shoulder a friendly pat.

Their interaction was quite warm.

Adrian watched the whole time with a dark expression. If he hadn't been locked out, he would have stormed in long ago.

Oliver didn't quite understand what was happening. He was just getting hungry, but seeing his mother still busy, he kept quiet.