Love Rekindled After It Was Too Late

Mabel was locked in a lab.

Lennon said that since she had deleted Jessie's data, she'd better recreate it there.

"Recreate it before 8:00 pm tomorrow. Don't disappoint me, Mabel."

With that, he closed the lab door and strode out with Jessie.

Mabel spent the whole day in the lab. The equipment was familiar, but she had no idea which experiment Jessie meant or what data was needed. This was clearly just an excuse to make her suffer.

And of course, Lennon trusted Jessie.

Mabel let out a bitter laugh. What a failure she was.

With only a few days left before her escape, she couldn't afford more trouble. She pushed down her nausea and prepared to put together a makeshift experiment just to satisfy them.

Her hand hovered over a test tube when something at the bottom caught her eye. Her pupils dilated. She tried to pull back, but it was too late.

Her scream and an explosion rang out at the same time. The lab door blew open. Mabel managed to dodge, but shards of glass tore across her face, arms, and thighs.

She fell into a gap between cabinets. Smoke spread rapidly around her.

Mabel couldn't stop coughing. Her leg had been hit, and it hurt badly, so she had to use both her hands and feet to crawl out while coughing.

Every few steps drained all her strength. By the time she reached the door, she couldn't go any further. Desperately, she reached out her hand for help.

"Help… me…"

She raised her head weakly and saw Lennon's cold expression.

He held Jessie gently in his arms. When he felt a tug at his pant leg, he cast an indifferent glance at Mabel, who lay bleeding on the floor.

Jessie whimpered, and Lennon quickly patted her back.

"It's okay," he said softly, then kicked Mabel away with brutal force.

His eyes burned with anger. "Look at what you've done! Mabel, I'm beyond disappointed in you."

With that, he carried Jessie away, striding toward the emergency room.

Mabel already didn't have any strength left. The kick knocked her unconscious. Through a blur, she watched Lennon's figure vanish.

When she woke, she was in a ward with bandages on her face.

Lennon sat across the room with his arms crossed. As she stirred, he glanced up lazily. "You're awake? Come on. Time to apologize."

A string of question marks flashed through Mabel's mind.

But Lennon had no intention of explaining. He yanked the IV from her hand and, ignoring the bleeding puncture, roughly pulled her off the bed.

"Ah!" Mabel cried out. "Lennon, what are you doing? I'm a patient!"

He dragged her out of the ward without even letting her put on her shoes. "A patient? Mabel, you intentionally caused that accident just to hurt Jessie. Any injuries you have now, you brought them on yourself."

Mabel stumbled along behind him. Her bare feet ached against the floor, but nothing hurt as much as what Lennon had done to her.

He actually believed she had set off an explosion just because she was jealous.