The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 950

"Why? Why would you do this? You're a legendary figure at the institute! You could have spent your life developing medicine to save millions! Why choose this?" Tara demands. Why ruin it all for some twisted, unethical nightmare of an experiment?

Thanks to the failed distress signal her father had managed to send, she already knew Victor was the mastermind. But seeing him in person—seeing the vicious, calculating sneer on his face—is a completely different kind of agony. It is a horrifying departure from the kindly, wise elder she knew.

Every time she argued with her mentor, Victor was always the first to play peacekeeper, wearing that warm, grandfatherly smile. He was supposed to be kind. He was supposed to be wise. Was it all a lie?

The profound lectures, the casual words of encouragement, the subtle hints that helped her break through her research bottlenecks... were all of them fake?

A freezing wave of despair crashes over Tara, suffocating her. Her heart feels like it is being crushed in a vice. She remembers the nights she worked late in the lab, and Victor bringing her a warm bowl of soup, joking with her like family. Every smile, every word of wisdom now feels like a poisoned needle plunging into her chest. The betrayal is so intense it makes the room spin. The more she respected him, the more sickening the reality becomes. Is this his true face? How utterly pathetic.

He is deeply infatuated with his own twisted logic, fully convinced that he is the smartest man in the room. He genuinely believes that his contributions to science entitle him to play god, completely blind to the catastrophic danger of his illegal research. To him, the ethical boundaries of science and the meager state salary are insults to his divine intellect.

He stands tall, immensely proud of the bloody empire he built, completely unbothered by the lives he has destroyed.