Sophia's POV
"Isabella! Look at what you've done!"
Dr. Hayes's voice cut through the laboratory like a knife. She stood in the doorway, her face twisted with barely concealed satisfaction as she surveyed the destruction around me.
I opened my mouth to explain, but the words caught in my throat. Another wave of nausea rolled through me, and I had to grip the edge of the table just to stay upright.
I can't be sick. Not now. Not in front of everyone.
The investors were already murmuring among themselves, their expressions shifting from curiosity to disappointment. Mr. Whitmore exchanged a look with the woman beside him, and I could practically see them mentally crossing Romano Industries off their list.
"This is what you wanted to show us?" A tall man in the back crossed his arms. "Brok
