Chapter 89 Angela, Yousre Such A Fool (1/2)

Lulu's congratulatory tone when describing Rosa and Nita fell short of its aim. Angela didn't feel small at all. ”Do I think I deserve his love?” Angela asked. ”We can't all be department heads, but then again, not everybody likes to show off. I invented a eyedrop which has cured thousands of people's eye disease when I was thirteen years old.”

”Well when I was fifteen, I invented a medicine that can cure blood disease. My brother has made millions selling it! You're not special.” The backstory was, although Angela succeeded in creating the medicine, she had inadvertently destroyed Sven's laboratory.

Sven was mad at her, so he sold the medicine's formula, using the money to rebuild the laboratory. Angela cleverly omitted this damaging anecdote.

”When I was ninteen years old, I invented a medicine that can make people lose their mind. But it won't damage people's health. And my brother has earned millions of dollars by selling it at the black market.”

'Well, ' thought Angela, 'everyone knows how to brag about themselves.' Though Chuck provided her with a comfortable upbringing, it didn't mean she was a waste of space.

So what if she had no success story to tell at dinner parties? She had her family. She was the daughter of Chuck and younger sister of Sven.

But Angela had destroyed Sven's laboratory. The successes gained from the medicine surely paled in comparison to the damages of her brother's lab? It was a Pyrrhic victory.

No one had been harmed in the blast; Angela, thankfully, had gone home for dinner while the chemicals were reacting unstably. When she returned, the ceiling had blown clear off. Everything, all her data, was destroyed.

To prove it was not a waste, Sven had kept logbooks of the experiment in his hospital, in a dinky little filing cabinet.

He simply opened up the logbooks, and they started again. When she had succeeded, she promised him all the earnings.

It was the least she could do. She never got to see Sven's new lab after that.

Wouldn't it be wonderful, she had thought, if I could build my own lab, in secret? But Chuck had shut it down before it had a chance to be conceptualized.

Several years passed. Angela stayed in uni, concentrated on getting a degree, and stayed away from inventing

“Let's go and register our marriage on your birthday!”