"Madam Teacher, we can’t continue with the project that Teacher was working on before. The sponsor suddenly withdrew all the funds," Lucas Yates’ assistant called anxiously. The pharmacological experint was in its final stage, and without sponsorship, they couldn’t progress at all, especially since they were truly penniless students.
"A scholar is useless," this saying was not wrong at all.
"Can’t we find soone else to sponsor us?" Avery Jane’s voice was soft and serene, a calmness that was out of place in this materialistic age.
"No, no one is willing to sponsor this project anymore. I’ve been trying for three complete days," Ian Lee said with frustration, a hint of unwillingness in his voice.
Their team was at the end of their rope; otherwise, he wouldn’t have made this call easily. He knew that of all things, Teacher loved his wife the most and wouldn’t want her to worry or be burdened.
"I’ll handle the sponsorship issue," that sa gentle voice ca through the receiver, unaffected by any visible emotion, just speaking simply.
"Madam, you have to know this isn’t a trivial amount. Once the drug is developed, there’ll be final human trials, which are the most costly. It’ll take at least two more years," Ian Lee was shocked listening to her, aware that it’s two full years of continuous effort involving at least a hundred test subjects, each requiring substantial living expenses monthly, not including compensation for any adverse reactions.
Avery Jane certainly understood; she’d been with Lucas Yates long enough to know all these things clearly.
"This was his life’s wish, so it’s mine too," although her voice was gentle, at this mont, it carried a calming strength.
Ian Lee was stunned, unsure of what to say next because he always believed his teacher’s wife was a unique woman, whose thoughts were forever inscrutable.
Actually, Old Master Yates adored Lucas Yates. Despite his young age, Lucas achieved considerable success in academia, yet Old Master Yates opposed his son pursuing dicine. He hoped Lucas would return to inherit the family business, so he would never provide any financial support to Lucas.
However, if this drug could be successfully developed, it would indeed help many people. So they scrambled around, gathering sponsorship from all directions, barely sustaining until results were nearly at hand. Yet, at this very mont, all sponsors who promised continuous support withdrew their support overnight.
In the night, the little Yates Family building where Avery Jane lived was extraordinarily quiet.
The moonlight poured in through the window, cold as water.
Avery Jane sat by the desk, sipping tea from Lucas Yates’ cup, the steam slowly moistening her eyes.
Her exceptional beauty even stunned the moonlight.
On such a quiet night, she silently reminisced, blowing softly onto the window, her pale fingers gently tracing his na, the na of her husband, who had been married for only two days.
With each stroke she made, her heart ached a little more.
On nights like this, she always thought of him, so much that she couldn’t sleep. This helpless longing felt like the sharpest knife stabbing into her heart over and over, making her heart bleed, torn and battered.
How could she watch the career he most wished to accomplish co to a halt at this point?
Wenyard Cooper, let complete the unfinished career for you. It seed like the least she could do for him.
Suddenly, the image of the man she t that night appeared in her mind, a cold and arrogant man.
He stood before her like a master, saying, "Joshua Hughes, you’ll co to find , rember my na."
A vague sense of foreboding crept into her heart. She had heard Wenyard ntion him before, a legendary figure.
But she never thought one day her life would intersect with his in any way. Yet, it seed peculiar that all sponsors at once decided to withdraw their support, sothing that was far from simple.
Soone was orchestrating this action, pulling back all sponsorships.
If anyone had such influence, it should be Joshua Hughes, right?
She opened the wardrobe, looking for a sowhat formal dress.
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