Chapter 467

"Isabella." The man's voice was deep, laced with urgency. Isabella Goodwin instinctively took a step back, panic flashing across her face. Her eyes scanned the man in front of her with caution and wariness, like looking at a stranger. Dylan Han caught that look and froze. "Isabella, you don’t remember me?" She backed up again, this time until her calves bumped into the scanning pod. Her head shook slightly, guarded expression never leaving her face. Professor Quimby frowned. "Mr. Han, why are you in here? Weren’t you told—no interruptions during the trial phase?" Dylan looked irritated. "And I told you—if she wakes up, I need to know." Professor Quimby shot back, visibly annoyed, "Does she look awake to you? She can’t even tell you her name! You think this counts as waking up?" "What are you trying to say?" Sensing the tension escalating, Fiona Flynn rushed over to diffuse it. "Mr. Han, I was about to explain, but you didn’t let me. Here’s the deal—Miss Goodwin’s brainwaves haven’t ful