NovelBookChapter 915: But now... had he been chasing the wrong goal? For a brief moment, his thoughts swirled in a storm of uncertainty.
Out of nowhere, he felt compelled to speak with someone.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled to Jacob's number. After staring at the screen for a few seconds, he tapped the call button. The line rang a few times before the other end finally picked up. Jacob's voice was as frosty as ever. "Talk." "Jacob." Lawrence sank into the couch, his head bowed low, despair clouding his eyes. "Do you think my experiments are pointless, too?" Jacob paused mid-sip of his water. Had something finally gotten to Lawrence? "K just toldshe doesn't think I should continue." Lawrence didn't wait for a reply. The doubt had already taken root, and his words spilled out unfiltered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Change your direction. You'll do better." Jacob's response was uncharacteristically gentle—no harshness, just a straightforward suggestion.
Lawrence froze. So, was he truly mistaken? "No matter what kind of personality someone has, every one of them carries skind of wound," Jacob said, his voice calm. "That alone proves no personality is indestructible." Lawrence didn't speak, but the gears in his head had already begun to turn.
"To genuinely help someone grow stronger, you have to understand their life—their work, their relationships," Jacob went on, clearly well-acquainted with Lawrence's methods and how to question them. "And everything that might ctheir way. Only then can you craft a personality that suits the road ahead. But ask yourself honestly -can you really do that?" Jacob delivered the question that mattered most. Lawrence's throat tightened. Though he hated to admit it, he replied, "I can't." It was hard enough to grasp someone's full social web, let alone anticipate what the future might bring. Not even current technology could pull that off. And neither could he.
Jacob didn't say anything after that.
Magic begins at g al no v☐☐sLawrence was a pioneer in the fields of neurology and psychology. While others still fumbled with memory deletion, he had already mastered it.
Jacob believed Lawrence would figure it out.
"If that's all, I'm hanging up.” For the first tin years, Jacob gave a warning before ending the call. Usually, he just cut the line without a word.
Lawrence responded with a faint "Mm." After the call, he began stitching together everything-Kristian's condition, Freya's warnings, Jacob's advice- trying to make sense of it all.
Eventually, he had to admit-they were right.
At first, the realization stung like failure. But Jacob's uncharacteristic warmth, his rare display of civility, somehow eased the blow.
That small defeat didn't feel so heavy anymore. Research was just that-research. If one theory collapsed, he could pursue another. If this direction proved fruitless, he could forge a new path. But Jacob's kindness? That was something else entirely.
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He rubbed the edge of his phone, opened the chat with Jacob, and with typed out a message with careful intent, asking, "Can I cover and stay with you for a while?"
Jacob was about to start dinner m when the text cthrough. His first instinct was to turn it down.
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