Chapter 107

Theron's lab felt a bit crowded with everyone gathered there. "So, you're telling me this really is Prescott?" Paul paced restlessly in the lounge area, clearly on edge. His tone was sharp as he tossed the question at Theron. Theron glanced at him sideways, his face unreadable. "How would I know? I'm not a psychologist." "Aren't you always bragging about being some top-tier genius? Can't even confirm this? What kind of genius are you, seriously?" Paul snapped. Prescott's condition was just... unprecedented-nothing like the three previous relapses. It had Paul on edge, almost panicking. He didn't even want to imagine it-what if the one who woke up this time wasn't Prescott but a whole different personality? And what if this new version had no intention of leaving? Then the real Prescott might never come back. Theron's head tilted slightly, his jet-black eyes fixing on Paul without blinking. "Paul, are you questioning my abilities now?" His tone was as robotic and flat as ever, no pitch,