It also made her hate me even more.

If I go there alone in this life, I must first design a set of protective clothing to protect myself.

That day, I was repeatedly calculating the design drawings of protective clothing in the laboratory.

The door was suddenly flung open and Clara rushed in with a sullen face.

She came up and slapped me, pointing her finger at me and demanding, "Victor suddenly feels unwell, vomiting and having diarrhea. The doctor said it's food poisoning! Is this you who's to blame?"

I covered my burning face and looked up at her: "It's not me! I didn't do these things!"

Her eyes were red with anger, and she sneered, "Who else but you? You said you were going to that place for him, but you were secretly trying to harm him?"

"Victor's life is in danger, and you still have the mood to draw these blueprints!"

As she spoke, she grabbed the blueprints on my desk and began to tear them up.

I rushed over and held her hand, gritting my teeth and saying, "Let go!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke: "You vicious lunatic! You are just a bastard without any parents to teach you!"

At this moment, the hatred in Clara's eyes suddenly pulled me back to my previous life.

Back then, we were always at each other's throats over Victor Hawthorne.

Every word and sentence is designed to hurt the other person the most.

I pushed her away and grabbed her throat, "That's enough! Don't mention my parents!"

"I told you it wasn't me! If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance now!"

She stood there in a daze, and then she realized what she had said, and her face turned pale.

She knew that my parents were the deepest sore spot in my heart.

"I'm sorry, I...I was just too anxious. Something happened to Victor suddenly, and I was confused for a moment."

She looked at me with complicated eyes and stammered to explain herself.

I interrupted her directly and sneered, "Since I agreed to go, I will never go back on my word, and I will definitely not do such despicable things!"

"If you have nothing else, you can go out!"

She regained her cold demeanor: "Victor is weak, I don't want him to get into trouble."

"Lucas, for the sake of my continued care for you, I hope you can keep your word."

I curled the corners of my lips in self-mockery, and a hint of bitterness flashed through my eyes.

Don't worry, Clara.

I will soon disappear from your sight as you wish.

In the evening, Mrs. Davies brought a bowl of soup, saying it was made by Clara herself.

I stood up and poured the bowl of soup into the toilet.

After my parents died, I was fostered by Professor Hawthorne's family.

Clara took good care of me and I gradually fell in love with her.

But thirty years of mutual torture made me sober.

There has always been only Professor Hawthorne in her heart.

She takes care of me just because she is my teacher.

In this case, I can no longer have anything to do with her.

When I returned to the room that day, I could see at a glance that it had been turned over.

No need to think about it.

Professor Hawthorne must have wanted to take the opportunity to find the package my parents left behind before I left.

Fortunately, I had a trick up my sleeve and hid the things somewhere else.

At this time, Professor Hawthorne walked in with a smile, and kept asking about my well-being: "Be sure to take care of yourself when you get there."

"Your parents passed away early, and I took care of you for them. I always treated you like my own son, and I really couldn't bear to see you go."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red and a few tears fell.

I just felt sick.

It was clear that he had something to do with his parents' car accident.

Unfortunately, when I found out the truth in my previous life, he was already dead.

"Stop being so hypocritical. It makes me sick." I said coldly.

Professor Hawthorne's face was full of surprise, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Then he immediately put on a hurt expression: "Lucas, what happened? Why did you suddenly say that to me..."

"What did I do to upset you? Why are you being so cold and mean? If I did something wrong, tell me and I'll apologize."

As he spoke, he put his hands on his chest, looking like he was about to faint from anger.

I remained silent and just watched him perform coldly.

Clara heard the noise and walked in immediately.

She subconsciously protected Professor Hawthorne and stared at me warily: "Lucas Mitchell, what are you doing?"

"Don't be like this, Clara," Professor Hawthorne said quickly, his voice weak. "Lucas is going to the base soon. The conditions there are tough. I understand he's unhappy. Don't blame him."

Seeing him like this, Clara felt even more distressed.

She turned to look at me, her eyes sharp. "Lucas, it was your own choice to go to the base. No one forced you! Don't act like you're owed something."

"Victor is your master and has done you a great favor. If you dare to disrespect him again, get out!"

No matter what happens, she will always defend him.

Ultimately, I was just being too sentimental.

Looking at the challenge in Professor Hawthorne's eyes, I suddenly felt very bored.

I pushed Clara away and silently cleaned up the mess on the floor.

Clara stood there with a frown on her face, her eyes fixed on me, not moving away at all.

At night, someone knocked on my door.

When I opened the door, I saw several plates of exquisite snacks on the ground.

You can tell at first glance that it was made by Clara herself.

I sneered in my heart and thought that her way of coaxing children was really ridiculous.

So I closed the door and continued to pretend I didn't see it.

But after an hour, I opened the door again and looked at the snacks.

Finally, I picked it up and took it back to the room.

These days, I spend most of my time preparing.

More than a week before leaving, Professor Hawthorne suddenly said he wanted to hold a farewell party for me.

It was more like his personal show than a farewell for me.

On that day, he was dressed in a suit and tie, looking elegant and generous, and won applause from the audience.

Seeing me approach, his other disciples began to speak ill of me in a sarcastic tone:

"I heard that the teacher has been too sick to get out of bed lately!"

"It's all because of Lucas' cursed wretch! He's always causing trouble and treating the teacher's hard work like a donkey's liver and lungs. He's simply an ungrateful viper who can never be tamed!"

"If the teacher hadn't been kind enough to take him in, he would have starved to death on the streets. Now he's turning around and biting his benefactor. He's worse than an animal!"

I knew in my heart that Professor Hawthorne had allowed them to say these things.

They were but guns in his hands.

I was too lazy to get involved with this group of people, so I turned around and wanted to leave.

But Professor Hawthorne gave them a calm look.

Those people immediately understood and quickly stepped forward to block my way, cursing even more fiercely: "What? Are you feeling guilty and want to run away?"

"A lunatic like you who doesn't know how to be grateful and is ungrateful might never come back after going to that damn place! It's just the right time to reunite with your parents who died a long time ago, and reunite your family in the underworld!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I rushed up and beat the person who said this.

The man was beaten so hard that he screamed in pain.

I didn't stop, but sneered and shouted, "Aren't you quite capable? Keep talking!"

Everyone was frightened by my sudden action.

"Stop fighting! Someone's going to die! Stop it now!"

"Madman! He's a madman!"

The scene was in chaos, and Professor Hawthorne scolded me harshly.

"Lucas! I was kind enough to see you off, but you're here hitting and hurting people. I'm so disappointed in you!"

I grabbed his wrist and sneered, "You mean anything?"

"My parents treated you so well back then, yet you bribed the driver to cause a car accident and kill them. Do you think you have good intentions?"

I tightened my grip, staring into his eyes as I spoke word for word, "What you call a farewell is nothing more than sending me to that hellish place to die. How can you even call that a good intention?"

Professor Hawthorne cried out in pain as I pinched him, "You did this willingly!"

Suddenly, his eyes rolled.

He actually rolled down the stairs and fell heavily to the ground.

He curled up in pain and wailed, "Lucas, why did you push me!"

I never touched him at all.

“Victor!”

Clara quickly rushed over and hugged him in her arms, staring at me with cold eyes.

"Lucas, why did you push him? This could cause death!"

"Do you really think I did it?" I said in a deep voice.

Her eyes were icy as she sternly asked, "If it wasn't you, then who was it? Did he fall down the stairs himself?"

"Madman! I really shouldn't have kept a nuisance like you around!"

The last sentence was so painful that it took my breath away.

I was so angry that I rushed forward and beat up the man who was still pretending on the ground.

Professor Hawthorne had long forgotten that he was "dying" from the fall, and quickly hid behind Clara screaming.

I want to see if Clara will still defend him even though he’s acting so obviously.

As a result, Clara suddenly pushed me away, her eyes full of disappointment and angrily shouted: "You said it wasn't you who did it! Look at what you've done now! You are an inhuman thing!"

Same as in the previous life.

Whenever Victor was involved, we would argue endlessly.

"Clara, forget it, don't scold him for me anymore..."

Victor continued to be "pitiful".

Su Clara was silent for a while, then looked at me and said, "Go away, you are not welcome here."

I sneered and turned around.

Soon, I packed my things.

When I left, Clara stood at the door, staring at me with a complicated expression, and said, "If there's anything I can help you with..."

"unnecessary."

I interrupted her and turned away.

The woman stood there in a daze, trembling slightly.

An almost inaudible "sorry" came from my ear.

Two days before going to the secret base, I planned to visit my parents' graves.

When I rushed to my parents' grave, the scene before me made my blood freeze instantly.

Victor was leading a few people to dig up his parents' graves.

Their urns were held in Victor's hands.

"Let go!" I roared angrily.

Professor Hawthorne turned around and saw me, and his hands shook with panic.

He "accidentally" dropped his father's urn on the ground.

The box shattered and the ashes were scattered all over the floor.

"ah!"

My eyes were bloodshot and I rushed forward desperately.

Victor slapped himself a few times in a panic and stepped on the ashes.

"Lucas, I didn't mean it! Don't be angry, I just want to find a better cemetery for them so they can rest in peace..."

"You beast!"

I was so angry that I picked up the shovel next to me and swung it at his head.

"Stop it! Victor didn't mean it!"

Clara stood firmly in front of Professor Hawthorne.