"Professor..."
The assistant beside him whispered, "Are you okay?"
Douglas nodded: "I'm fine." He noticed his student had something to say and looked up at him, "Glen, what do you want to say?"
The assistant called Glen hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "Isn't our approach wrong? That Miss Harris is showing such obvious signs of rejection, and she is someone with intact memory. Forcing her to lose her memory, I really can't condone this."
Douglas was silent for a moment before sighing helplessly.
"I'm also reluctant to proceed." He looked at the young faces of his several assistants behind him. They were all ambitious and idealistic young people, his favorite students, and also his successors.
He brought them here this time to give them some exposure.
But unexpectedly, they confronted such a tricky situation.
"If I don't do it, he really will kill us..." Douglas sighed, "I've lived for so many years, deserved to die... But you... Ah."
