Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 93

Chapter 7

After leaving the Crawfords, I didn’t check into a hotel or pour my heart out to friends. I

went straight to the University of North Bay and knocked on my mentor Professor Sterling’s door.

When Professor Sterling saw me, he almost didn’t recognize me. I was gaunt, wearing a

yellowed T-shirt, a complete mess. But he immediately saw the light in my eyes, the

resolve of embers rekindled. “Professor, I’d like to return to the research team. If you’ll

have me.”

Professor Sterling looked at me, silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed. “What have you done to yourself these three years? Is your brain still intact?”

I pulled a notebook from my bag-pages filled with handwriting, diagrams, equations. This was what I’d put together over three years, in quiet moments stolen between playing the part of the dutiful wife. Theories on tectonic stress, notes on composite materials… My mind never really left the lab. I just carried it with me, hidden in plain

sight.

He flipped through a few pages, his eyes lighting up. “Good. We head out tomorrow for the southwestern range. It’s remote. The conditions won’t be easy.” He paused, studying me. “Can you handle it?”

“There’s nothing I want more.”

The next day, I cut off the long hair Ethan loved so much into a neat, short style.

I changed into camouflage gear and hiking boots and followed the research team into

the mountains.

In the mountains, there was no signal, no OA system, no Sophie’s sly words. Just earth, rock, and endless data.

I was exhausted, climbing mountains, fording streams, covered in mud every day. But I was happy. I’d found the Summer Langford who was once bold and spirited, the

Summer who belonged to science.

Half a month later, our research project made a major breakthrough. We discovered a

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new type of associated ore with a rare minera. This discovery was priceless. Professor Sterling was thrilled, saying he’d credit me as the lead.

Just as we were celebrating at camp, several off-road vehicles drove in. The words “Crawford Enterprises” were printed on the sides. Speak of the devil. Crawford

Enterprises was one of the sponsors for this research project. Ethan had arrived, with

Sophie in tow.

Sophie was dressed in Chanel outdoor wear, makeup impeccable, completely out of

place here. Ethan wore a windbreaker, sunglasses, still the domineering CEO.

The moment they stepped out, they saw me taking measurements, my face muddy, hair a mess, instruments in hand.

Sophie burst out laughing. “Well, look who it is. If it isn’t Summer. I hardly recognized

you. Did you lose your way to the country club or did you just decide slumming it was

more your style these days?”

A few of the researchers nearby stopped what they were doing, their expressions

tightening.

I calmly wiped the mud from my face. “This is a fieldwork site, Sophie, not a runway. And just a heads-up, prolonged exposure to this ore’s residual particles isn’t recommended for… augmented compositions You might want to keep your distance.”

The team burst into laughter. Sophie’s face twisted with rage. “How dare you…”

Ethan took off his sunglasses, frowning at me His eyes were full of disdain, mixed with a strange… anger?

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