Chapter 318
It took two months and three days.
The cost was eighteen million.
A fully intelligent control system.
A dual biosafety protection system.
The laboratory was officially completed after the third winter snow stopped.
Ryan Sullivan led the technical team for the final system debugging.
The experimental instruments Sebastian Evans procured through overseas channels arrived one after another.
Hannah Morse and Marcus Lawrence were incredibly busy.
They had to familiarize themselves with the smart system's operation.
They also had to inventory the instruments and arrange the layout.
From positioning the lab benches to categorizing the equipment.
They personally managed every detail.
Apart from attending classes, eating, and sleeping.
They spent all their time in the laboratory.
In the Lawrence family living room—
"Marcus, going out again?"
"Yes, Grandma."
"No classes on Saturday, why are you always running out? Got a girlfriend?" The old lady's eyes sparkled.
"No."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Big things." Marcus Lawrence tied his scarf and picked up his backpack. "I'm heading out first."
The old lady dismissed it. "What big things could a kid have?"
The grandfather reading the newspaper smiled without a word.
As Marcus Lawrence rushed to the laboratory.
Hannah Morse also got into a taxi.
"Driver, to the eastern suburbs."
"It's all construction sites over there. What are you going for?"
Hannah said seriously, "Big things."
On the way, she received a call from Henry Morse—
"Hey~ Pops! What's up~"
"Such a long time without calling? Dad misses you!"
"I miss you too~ Mwah! Mwah!"
Two flying kisses made Henry Morse beam with joy.
"Miss me but don't contact me? Who are you trying to fool?"
"I've been super busy lately! Spinning like a top!"
"Busy with what? Tell Dad?"
"You'll know very soon!"
"Still keeping it a secret?"
"Hehe…"
Henry Morse suppressed his curiosity. "Don't make Dad wait too long!"
Hannah estimated the time. "Absolutely not! I'm here, gotta go!"
"Hey— sweetie?!"
The call had already ended.
Henry Morse held his phone, feeling a sense of loss.
He suddenly regretted letting his daughter study up north.
Wouldn't studying at a local university have been fine? Why go so far away.
Just as he was feeling sentimental, a shout came from downstairs—
"Landlord! The water pipe burst, get someone to fix it quickly!"
Henry Morse leaned out the window. "Coming!"
…
Marcus and Hannah were running around frantically.
Sophia Sullivan was even busier, working non-stop.
Just fingerprint authorization took a whole day.
Sophia Sullivan sat in front of the fingerprint machine.
Ryan Sullivan operated on his tablet, and she entered each authorization.
Over nine hundred authorizations entered repeatedly.
Her fingers were almost numb from pressing.
In between, she had to answer supplier calls.
Sign for international logistics equipment.
Verify quantities and settle final payments.
She had no time to rest.
Even drinking water was only when Ryan Sullivan reminded her.
After a week of continuous busy work.
The laboratory was finally fully ready.
Everything was set, just waiting for the unveiling!
…
The first to receive the invitation was Henry Morse.
Hannah had sent the express delivery two days early.
When he received the call, Henry Morse was still puzzled.
Did his wife shop online again?
Why was his phone number used?
Could it be a Hermès cash on delivery?!
"That woman!"
Mrs. Morse, who was fumigating with mugwort: "?" What nonsense is this?
Henry Morse ran downstairs to get the package and rushed back up.
Seeing the sender—
It was from his daughter!
He immediately broke into a happy smile.
"Who sent it?" Mrs. Morse asked, waving the moxa stick.
The living room was filled with smoke.
Henry Morse directly tore open the envelope. "From our sweetie."
"What did our daughter send? It's not a bill, is it?"
Henry Morse paused. "It can't be? I just gave her ten million!"
Mrs. Morse immediately got angry. "She asks and you give? If she asks for the national treasury next, will you go rob it?"
"You nag for half a year if I buy a few bags, won't let me change the car, but our daughter's words are so effective? I'm the one who gave birth to her!"
"What did she need ten million for? What if she learns bad habits?"
Henry Morse: "To build a laboratory!"
Mrs. Morse snorted. "Build a laboratory? Doesn't MIT have labs? She needs to build her own? Burning money?"
"Yesterday I saw news about a rich second generation spending millions on male models. What if she's tricked by a man?"
"It's all my fault for not having a son. All the money is spent on our daughter. Once she marries, she'll be part of another family…"
Speaking of her sadness, Mrs. Morse's eyes reddened.
Her life had been smooth sailing.
She was the beloved youngest daughter in her family.
She married Henry Morse, who was in business.
They caught up with demolition and relocation and became landlords.
Her only regret was not having a son.
Which family in their region doesn't have a son?
Not having one means being gossiped about behind your back!
Even though Henry Morse never minded.
And her in-laws never gave her a hard time.
But Mrs. Morse could never get over this hurdle.
"There you go again! Sons, sons when young, still hung up on it when old? How many times have I told you, having Hannah is enough!"
"Our daughter is healthy, has a good appetite, was first in her school, top ten in the province for college entrance exams, got into MIT for grad school. Who doesn't say the Morse family ancestors are blessed?"
"I don't mind, why do you care? You're the one with son preference! My old leader said women hold up half the sky!"
Mrs. Morse pursed her lips. "If we had a son, you wouldn't say that…"
Henry Morse was too tired to argue. "I can't reason with you."
He pulled out a red cardstock from the envelope.
Seeing the content, he immediately beamed with laughter: "Hahaha… That's my girl! Just amazing!"
Mrs. Morse was still wiping tears. "What is it?"