Camellia's POV
"Mr. Dalton, I can handle this myself…" I lowered my gaze, trying to ignore the strange, complicated emotions that had surged within me moments ago.
I thought to myself, "Lionel is Esmond's uncle. He probably helped me just now because of Esmond."
After rinsing my hands for a while, the burning sensation finally began to fade. I turned off the faucet and glanced back at the lab. It was a mess—shards of glass and broken equipment scattered everywhere. My heart sank, and I couldn't help but press my lips together.
"Mr. Dalton, let's step outside," I said softly.
As we walked out of the lab, I was about to return the jacket to Lionel when I met his icy, piercing gaze.
My grip on the jacket tightened unconsciously. In that moment, I felt the overwhelming pressure of an Alp
