Chapter 393

"Professor, you applied for the lab under my name?" Victor stood in the center of the office, his voice calm.

Beatrice continued grading papers without looking up. "Yes. Is there a problem?"

"I'd like to know its purpose so I can prepare in advance."

She set down her pen with a gentle smile. "No need for preparation yet."

"Leaving it vacant?" His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"That's right."

Evelyn's accusatory gaze flashed through his mind. He spoke abruptly, "Then why apply for it at all?"

Beatrice's smile faltered for a split second.

Her eyes narrowed as if observing a disobedient pet.

"Resources must be secured in advance. You should understand that." Her tone remained honeyed.

"What special equipment does that lab have?"

"A CPRT analyzer."

"Our team already has one."

"Isn't an extra beneficial?" She chuckled lightly.

"Other groups might urgently need—"

"Victor." Her expression darkened abruptly. "Have you finished organizing your experimental data?"

"...Not yet."

Beatrice slammed her palm on the desk. "Then focus on your responsibilities! Don't forget who gave you this opportunity!"

His jaw tightened.

Silence engulfed the office.

Finally, he lowered his head. "My apologies, Professor."

Her smile returned. "I'm only strict because I expect excellence. Dedicate yourself to research, and rewards will follow."

He'd heard this mantra too many times.

Three years without a single day's respite.

"The lab will remain under your name for now." She waved dismissively. "Anything else?"

"Nothing."

"Wait—" She stopped him. "Audrey's thesis needs your attention. Finish it by month's end."

"She submitted one just six months ago."

"That's ancient history." Audrey chimed in from the side.

Beatrice shot her niece a warning look before approaching Victor. She placed a familiar hand on his shoulder. "I know you're overworked. By the way, I heard your family's orchard was damaged?"

His body stiffened.

"I quietly sent your parents fifty thousand. It's not much, but..."

His fist clenched inside his sleeve before relaxing.

"Thank you, Professor." The words tasted like sawdust.

"My pleasure." Her smile deepened with satisfaction. "You're my protégé, after all."

Victor turned and left without another word.