"Stop giving her hope, it's unrealistic."
Molina was raging on the inside as she spoke coldly to the man in her video call.
Lu Zhou, who was sitting at his desk, put his pen down.
He looked at Molina on his screen and felt a little confused.
"Her? What are you talking about?"
Last night he received an email from her, asking to arrange a video call. But now he had no idea what she was trying to say.
Molina took a deep breath and spoke coldly.
"I'm talking about Vera Pulyuy!"
Lu Zhou frowned and began to realize this might be more serious than he had imagined.
"What's wrong with Vera?"
Molina hesitated for a second and broke her promise on not telling Lu Zhou. She clenched her jaw and spoke the truth.
"She's had a cough and a fever since last week, and it doesn't seem like a normal cold! I don't know if you two are working on a research project together or what, I don't care, I just want to tell you… She's overworking herself because of you!"
