"Stop giving her unrealistic hope."
Once the video call connected, Molina looked at the man writing at his desk on the other side of the screen. For no apparent reason, irritation rose in her heart, and she spoke coldly.
Hearing this baffling remark, Lu Zhou finally put down the pen in his hand.
He looked up at Molina in the video call, still somewhat unclear about the situation, and said in confusion,
"Her? What are you talking about?"
She had emailed him last night to ask whether he had time for a video chat. Now that the call had begun, he had waited ages without hearing what she actually wanted to say.
Taking a deep breath, Molina continued in an icy tone.
"I'm talking about Miss Vera Pulyuy!"
Lu Zhou frowned, gradually realizing that the matter seemed rather serious.
"What happened to Vera?"
She seemed hesitant about whether to say it, but when she thought of that heart-wrenching face, she gritted her teeth. Unable to hold back, she broke her promise not to tell Lu Zhou and revealed the truth.
"...She's very seriously ill right now. She's been coughing and running a fever ever since the week before last. It doesn't seem like an ordinary cold! I don't know whether you two have some kind of agreement or are working together on a research project, and I'm not interested in prying. I just want to tell you... she's draining her health dry!"
Molina stared at Lu Zhou on the screen and spoke earnestly.
"I'm begging you. Don't push her so hard."
After saying that, Molina reached for the mouse and ended the call right before Lu Zhou's stunned eyes.
"Wait!... She already hung up?"
He had not had time to stop her. Looking at the darkened screen, Lu Zhou's face