Seeing this situation, Barbara did not give up. He just hesitated for a moment and took a step forward to push Lynn away and further stimulate John.
However, Kevin suddenly jumped out from behind and tightly hugged her, preventing her from taking another step.
Even the two Little Turtless lying on the shoulders of Kevin bit Barbara's white coats and refused to let go.
All this is blocked behind by generous and reliable arms.
The boy gritted his teeth tightly, and his chest heaved violently like a full bellows.
He clutched the edge of the picnic mat and stared into Lynn's eyes.
It seems that this is the only way to relax.
"You are John, the child I brought out, not some cold code name."
Lynn's gentle voice sounded in my ears again, like a timely rain that completely extinguished the active volcano that was about to erupt.
John The frightening red light in his eyes finally disappeared little by little under the clear blue like the ebbing sea water.
He loosened his grip on the picnic mat, leaned forward as if he had lost all strength, and buried his face in Lynn's waist.
The strong wind subsided.
The greenhouse was quiet again, except for a few small ripples still floating around the pool.
Annie breathed a long sigh of relief, ran over and hugged John's arm.
Reggie also came over. Although he didn't know what exactly happened just now, he still gently patted John on the shoulder.
"Take him to see your paintings, Annie."
Lynn touched John's hair and said softly.
Watching several children walking to the side of the pool, Lynn slowly straightened up.
He patted the wrinkles on his clothes, turned his head and looked at Barbara standing in the shadow not far away.
Lynn The gentleness on his face completely disappeared the moment he turned around.
He didn't get angry, nor did he question loudly. He just looked at the woman in front of him with a calm look like a dead person, and then walked towards her slowly.
Barbara was heartbroken by this look.
She would rather face the straightforward anger of John than face the calmness of Lynn at the moment.
What is hidden under that calmness is even more chilling than Heat Vision.
She is obviously mentally prepared to face death...
"Lynn Director, I was just following orders..."
Barbara's voice was trembling, trying to use Vogelbaum as a shield.
"I know, for the sake of your daughter Emma who is lying in the central hospital and needs high medical expenses every month to keep her alive."
When Lynn said the name in an understatement, Barbara seemed to be struck by lightning, and his whole body froze completely.
The cold disguise she was proud of instantly shattered, and her eyes were filled with incredible panic.
"You... how did you know."
Lynn stopped less than half a step away from her and looked at her condescendingly, but did not answer her question.
"Do you think that old guy Vogelbaum can really protect you? Do you think that if he casually agrees to a few words, Vought International will continue to pay for your daughter's bottomless pit?"
"Vanguard Camp is now the most important thing to Edgar. Even if your plan succeeds today, if you die and I die, John will completely go berserk and out of control..."
Lynn took a deep breath, and his voice trembled slightly:
"You might as well think about it with your brain, will Edgar give you medical privileges? Will you let your daughter go?"
"When the time comes, will your daughter die from the pain of the disease, or will she be dragged to the fifth floor underground to be used as a consumable?"
Barbara's legs felt weak.
She knows Vought International's style too well. In the face of huge interests, a researcher like her is like an ant that can be crushed to death at any time.
At the same time, she also understood the implication of Lynn.
"Please, Lynn Director, this has nothing to do with Emma..."
Barbara's voice contained a cry of despair, and she raised her head to pray.
However, what greeted her was not Lynn's compassion, but a sharp wind.
Snap!
A firm slap hit Barbara's face hard without any warning.
The crisp and loud slaps were particularly harsh in the quiet greenhouse.
The huge force directly knocked Barbara down to the grass.
The cold rimless glasses flew far away and smashed into pieces when they hit a rock.
Half of her cheeks instantly swelled up, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
Barbara covered his face, his whole body was stunned, his head was buzzing.
"This slap is for the child you locked in the oven and listened to the desperate cries."
Lynn looked at the woman slumped on the ground, her eyes cold and without any warmth.
Snap!
Another slap.
"This slap is for the child who was isolated and humiliated by you, and who will crave love and recognition for the rest of his life."
Lynn stepped forward, grabbed the collar of her white coat, which symbolized her identity as a researcher, and pulled hard.
With a snapping sound and a crackling sound, several buttons fell into the grass.
"Go back and tell that old fool who is still dreaming that if you extend your claws on my territory, be prepared to be torn apart."
Lynn loosened the torn collar, took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and threw it on Barbara's body.
"As for you, report to the Logistics Department at Vanguard Camp at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. From now on, your daily job will be to wash the sewers, clean the dog feces on Lawn, and clean the underground laboratory. If you don't want to, you can resign now and take your daughter to wait for death under the bridge."
Barbara was sitting on the grass blankly, with disheveled hair and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. There was no trace of a senior scientific researcher anywhere.
She didn't even dare to say a retort, because she knew that Lynn was really capable of cutting off her daughter's life immediately.
Lynn didn't even bother to look at her again, turned around and walked back to the picnic mat.
He sat down cross-legged, picked up a small piece of apple he had just peeled, and handed it to John's mouth naturally.
"The wind was a little strong just now, but luckily it didn't blow sand into the cookies. Let's try this box of cranberry flavor."
Lynn greets everyone with a smile.
The children looked at each other, and the atmosphere quickly became relaxed again under the guidance of Lynn.
Reggie was the first to reach out and grab a piece of biscuit and put it into his mouth, chewing it loudly.
Annie held the drawing board and showed everyone the flowers covered with paint on it with anticipation.
John also took a bite of the apple, and the sweet and sour juice spread in his mouth.
At this moment, he felt that those white coats didn't seem so scary.
The burnt doll, the scorching oven, the bone-chilling electric current... were washed away by something at this moment and disappeared without a trace.
The sunshine was still very good, and a few white pigeons flew leisurely outside the glass dome and landed on a palm tree not far away.