Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 657 - 344: Honest Words for Honest People (Second Update)

Chapter 657: Chapter 344: Honest Words for Honest People (Second Update)

Since they met today, he had been addressing Lawrence Winters as "Miss Winters," a courteous yet distant form of address that Lawrence was hardly used to.

Now that Francis Johnson resumed calling her "Lawrence," her tense nerves finally relaxed.

She let go of Kenneth Osborne’s hand, smiled at him, and then walked step by step toward the small house with yellow jasmine flowers hanging down from the roof.

Kenneth Osborne watched her graceful silhouette swaying over the flat lawn, ethereal among the splendid flowers, drifting further and further away.

The door of the small house opened, and Lawrence Winters went inside. Darkness descended; there were no streetlights around, only a few strands of warm light streaming from the windows, illuminating a small area around.

Once inside, Lawrence Winters saw a double-sided embroidered screen.

The room was not large, and the presence of a screen as tall as a person made it feel even smaller.

She could see everything inside at a glance; no one was there.

Lawrence Winters was a bit puzzled. She walked around the screen and saw that the floor behind it sank, revealing a set of slanted stairs going downwards.

Along the stairs were recessed LED lights illuminating the way, with arrows pointing downward, clearly indicating she should proceed.

Aside from the large screen, there were only a few sofas by the window, a coffee table, and no one was present.

Lawrence Winters had no choice but to follow the stairs underground.

After turning a couple of corners, her view suddenly opened up.

Connecting the scene to what she had seen above ground, Lawrence instantly concluded that each small house above was an exit, and the real structure was underground.

Underneath the entire lawn surrounded by the woods, it was all part of this large building.

In the bright, daylight-like lighting, she saw a shiny titanium alloy door, at least ten centimeters thick, presumably capable of withstanding a nuclear attack.

Inside the door, the hall was a post-modern styled laboratory, still unoccupied.

In the center was a clean and tidy marble operation table, above which were many ultra-high-definition computer screens.

Virtual screens were also ubiquitous throughout the lab.

Machines, the names of which she couldn’t recognize, stood against the walls, quietly operating, and robots resembling elongated trash cans extended long mechanical arms to control the operation table.

Lawrence Winters was dumbfounded.

Ian Lothrop appeared from some direction, walked to her, and extended his hand with a smile, "Miss Winters, we meet again."

Seeing Ian Lothrop, Lawrence’s heart finally settled down completely.

She stepped forward into the lab entrance, extended her hand, and shook hands with Ian.

Ian observed a slender crystal tube near the door, containing a fluid that changes color with temperature, and said, "You were very nervous just now, but relaxed quickly after shaking hands with me, why is that?"

Lawrence blinked, confused, "Why even ask? Of course, seeing someone familiar makes you not nervous, right? Besides, what is your status? I have complete trust in you." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She was speaking the truth, and the fluid in the crystal tube at the door remained a gentle green, not turning into a turbulent red.

This device was like a lie detector, though not as extreme; it only measured minute temperature changes in the body.

When a person’s emotions fluctuate, their body naturally responds in various ways. These responses are so subtle that typical instruments need to insert needles into the body to detect them.

However, Ian’s instrument’s precision was such that it didn’t require inserting probes into the body to detect such subtle changes.

And these subtle, quantified emotional changes were the most telling, as they had no external stimuli interference (like a probe), relying 100% on the body’s own temperature changes, hence the results were more accurate.

Lawrence’s emotional variations showed she truly trusted Ian.

Ian laughed heartily, saying, "Even my daughter doesn’t trust me this completely, yet you have absolute faith in me! Hahaha! It seems you don’t know me well enough, don’t realize how unreliable I am!"

Lawrence: "..."

Does anyone talk like that?

As her emotions shifted slightly, the fluid in the crystal tube by the door began transitioning from green to a muted gray-green.

Proudly, Ian remarked, "...Are you silently cursing me? I know everything!"

Lawrence also took note of the color-changing crystal tube near the door, and she began to understand. Smiling, she said, "It’s like speaking the truth to an honest person, Mr. Lothrop, good technique."

"Hmm! That’s a good name! I’ll name it ’Honest!’" Ian nodded joyfully and immediately returned to his main control station to fiddle with something.

Lawrence noticed the appearance of two beautiful standard script characters, "Honest," in the middle of the crystal tube by the door.

With the appearance of this name, the slightly heavy and solemn atmosphere around seemed to suddenly lighten up, and Lawrence’s mood became more cheerful, even feeling like singing.

Ian beckoned her over, and Lawrence quickly walked over.

Soon, a virtual screen ascended gently between them, displaying two X-rays and two CT scans, one above the other.

Like a double-sided embroidery, this virtual screen was visible from both sides.

Ian pointed at the X-rays and CT scans on the virtual screen and said, "I asked Francis to invite you here to discuss this."

Lawrence was puzzled, "...I’m not a doctor, I can’t understand these."

"You don’t need to understand. I can tell you that these two X-rays and CT scans belong to two different injured individuals, injured at different times."

"But what’s strange is that these two sets of medical data show that the injuries of these two people are exactly the same, with a margin of error of less than a millionth of a nanometer. Simply put, there’s no error at all."

"Can you explain to me how you achieved this?"

Ian looked at her with great curiosity, eyes full of eagerness for knowledge.