'Annabelle, why is your life so hard?'
'And what am I supposed to do now?'
...
「Half a month passed in a flash.」
However, despite her long, busy days spent cooped up in the research lab, she still had nothing to show for it.
Although this was to be expected, Annabelle Linton was still disappointed.
'Half a month has already gone by without the slightest bit of progress. What on earth am I supposed to do?'
Worse, because of her daily exposure, Annabelle Linton's health was deteriorating by the day. The virus was worsening at nearly double the speed, plunging her deeper into despair.
Fortunately, while she hadn't formulated an antidote, she had managed to develop a palliative medicine that could more or less control the coughing.
Leona Grant had been coughing constantly during their calls the past two days. Though he tried to suppress it, she could tell he was very weak.
