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Sarah comforted her once again at this crucial moment.

"Don't worry about it. As long as I remember the procedure, you just need to follow my lead. But try to keep it cool, will you? Mr. March is right over there watching, and you wouldn't want to make a bad impression, would you?"

If Lingery hadn't been there, Queena would have definitely suspected something off about Sarah. But with Lingery standing close by, his face so strikingly similar to Ian's, it was too much for her to handle the emotions.

She couldn't help but steal glances his way. Hearing Sarah's reassuring words, Queena felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"I got it. I'll follow your lead."

Sarah lowered her gaze, continuing to add the chemicals to the mixture. But as she was about to make the final addition, Queena grabbed her hand firmly.

With a subtle lift of her eyebrows, Sarah looked up at Queena.

It had only been half an hour since her last warning to Queena, and now it was seven in the evening. The sky held onto the last streaks of a sunset.

Queena's grip on her wrist tightened, her tone resolute.

"Doctor, I've been at this research base for years. I may not know as much about these compounds as you, but I'm also considered a prodigy. These concoctions of yours, they're not meant to keep Fitch in a deep slumber, but to wake him up."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lingery glanced over.

Queena looked towards the now empty test tube, her face darkening, "I could make a mistake, but it's impossible to get all the labels wrong. Doctor, something's definitely off with you."

Lingery approached with heavy steps, a grave look on his face, "What's going on?"

Queena pointed at a nearby drawer, "She came back with a few trinkets this morning, and since then, things have been a bit off. I'm thinking those trinkets might have jogged her memory, maybe the hypnosis isn't holding up. Could you check it out, maybe deepen the trance?"

Lingery was a formidable hypnotist; he had hypnotized Sarah to get her to agree to help.

From his spot by the window, Bernard slowly set down his cup of tea, a smile playing on his lips, "Lingery, do a check. We can't have any slip-ups."

Lingery immediately moved to the drawer in question, but its contents were gone. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Queena started shouting, "She must have moved them! She's been acting strange today, using the wrong formulas. If this batch gets injected, Fitch will wake up immediately!"

Lingery turned to Bernard, "Professor?"

"Hypnotize her again."

No sooner had he spoken than Sarah tried to run. Queena grabbed her, her voice filled with urgency.

"See, I knew she was off! Quick, do it again!"

Lingery's hand clamped onto Sarah's throat. Sarah felt her oxygen supply plummet, the world spinning as she verged on passing out.

But Lingery didn't let her faint; he quickly reinforced the hypnosis.

This delay, however, cost them an hour. When Sarah's eyes fluttered open again, the intense agitation in her heart had vanished. She looked at Queena.

Queena held her head high, triumphant, "Doctor, you're awake. Get up and let's get back to the experiment; we're running out of time."

Sarah frowned, confused about what had just happened. She examined the compounds before her, her brow furrowed, "Queena, did you mix these? Do you realize if we inject this, Fitch will wake up immediately?"

Queena's eyes gleamed with even more pride, "Of course, I know. It was my mistake. We can't waste any more time; let's get started, Doctor."