Chapter 872: Chapter 872

Chapter 872:

“Okay,” Allison said without arguing, walking over to the cabinet.

As she walked, she complained, “When did the system change? It’s so annoying. I almost got into serious trouble.”

Lena smirked. “What do you know about the system?” She had a deep respect for the defense system, especially since it was designed by the boss.

“This is the latest Meteor System! If you’d touched the door lock to the monitoring room instead of the safe, the infrared would’ve burned you to a crisp in seconds, leaving nothing but ashes!”

Allison gave a faint smile. “I see,” she said.

So, the most sensitive area was near the door lock. She then glanced up at Lilian, the test subject, in the monitoring room.

“This is my first time seeing a test subject,” she said, feigning curiosity. “Are they any different from regular people?”

“Of course,” Lena sneered. “Only someone as naive as you wouldn’t know that.” She then continued after a brief pause, completely unaware of the cold look Allison was giving her. “Test subjects are far more valuable than ordinary people.”

Soon after, the two women left the lab.

Once Lena was out of sight, Allison found a corner where there was no surveillance. She quickly contacted Amya. “Send a message to Colton on behalf of the lab, inviting him and Melany to visit.”

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“Alright, I’ll do it now,” Amya replied, nodding but still sounding worried. “But Ms. Clarke, they might recognize you. Are you sure about this?”

For most people, it might be normal not to remember Allison after a few meetings.

But Colton and Melany, on the other hand, had known her for so long.

With more encounters, they’d definitely start to suspect something.

“It’s fine, let them come,” Allison said, her gaze fixed on the laboratory. “The defense system’s been upgraded. If I want to get Lilian out, I’ll need someone to cover for me.” She was running out of time.

She had to take advantage of Verruckt transporting the test subject today to figure out a way to get Lilian out.

In the hospital room, Melany lay weak and exhausted on the bed.

“You’re really fortunate; it’s just mood swings, and there’s nothing seriously wrong with your health,” the doctor explained as he stood beside her sickbed. “But you must still be careful. You’re already two months pregnant, and you can’t let yourself get too stressed.”

Two months?

Melany instantly realized that the baby might not be Colton’s.

Still, she put on a pitiful look. “Colton, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” she told him.

Colton stood nearby, his face unreadable.

“Once we’re back in Ontdale, you should stay home and rest,” he said.

Before they had come to the hospital, he had clung to a small hope.

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