?<strong>Chapter 872:</strong>


    “Okay,” Allison said without arguing, walking over to the cab.


    As she walked, sheined, “When did the system change? It’s so annoying. I almost got into serious trouble.”


    Lena smirked. “What do you know about the system?” She had a deep respect for the defense system, especially since it was designed by the boss.


    “This is thetest Meteor System! If you’d touched the door lock to the monitoring room instead of the safe, the infrared would’ve burned you to a crisp in seconds, leaving nothing but ashes!”


    Allison gave a faint smile. “I see,” she said.


    So, the most sensitive area was near the door lock. She then nced up at Lilian, the test subject, in the monitoring room.


    “This is my first time seeing a test subject,” she said, feigning curiosity. “Are they any different from regr people?”


    “Of course,” Lena sneered. “Only someone as naive as you wouldn’t know that.” She then continued after a brief pause,pletely unaware of the cold look Allison was giving her. “Test subjects are far more valuable than ordinary people.”


    Soon after, the two women left theb.


    Once Lena was out of sight, Allison found a corner where there was no surveince. She quickly contacted Amya. “Send a message to Colton on behalf of theb, inviting him and Mny to visit.”


    “Alright, I’ll do it now,” Amya replied, nodding but still sounding worried. “But Ms. rke, they might recognize you. Are you sure about this?”


    For most people, it might be normal not to remember Allison after a few meetings.


    But Colton and Mny, on the other hand, had known her for so long.


    With more encounters, they’d definitely start to suspect something.


    “It’s fine, let theme,” Allison said, her gaze fixed on theboratory. “The defense system’s been upgraded. If I want to get Lilian out, I’ll need someone to cover for me.” She was running out of time.


    She had to take advantage of Verruckt transporting the test subject today to figure out a way to get Lilian out.


    In the hospital room, Mnyy weak and exhausted on the bed.


    “You’re really fortunate; it’s just mood swings, and there’s nothing seriously wrong with your health,” the doctor exined as he stood beside her sickbed. “But you must still be careful. You’re already two months pregnant, and you can’t let yourself get too stressed.”


    Two months?


    Mny instantly realized that the baby might not be Colton’s.


    Still, she put on a pitiful look. “Colton, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” she told him.


    Colton stood nearby, his face unreadable.


    “Once we’re back in Ontdale, you should stay home and rest,” he said.


    Before they hade to the hospital, he had clung to a small hope.


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