Chapter 127 Research Failure
Long Island Manor.
As soon as Mr. Medici returned home, he noticed that the piano in the house was not worthy of his precious daughter's status. He immediately took out his phone and said, "Order a diamond piano for my daughter! Except for the keys, every part should be adorned with diamonds, and the sound quality must be the best! It must be delivered before nightfall."
"Our piano is too ordinary and indeed does not match Abella's status," Mrs. Medici said with a smile.
"Someone, go and prepare some good meat and dishes. Tonight, we will celebrate for Abella!"
Lauren, who was standing by, respectfully and curiously asked, "What are we celebrating, madam? Is there something special happening?"
"Abella is a world-renowned piano master! We, as parents, just found out today..."
As soon as Mrs. Medici finished speaking, several servants were surprised and delighted.
"Miss Abella is amazing... at such a young age, she already has the status of a master?"
Doesn't that mean her position in the piano world is higher than Miss Lola's?
Looking at Lola's expression, it does seem a bit off...
"Abella is too modest." Mrs. Medici looked at Abella tenderly and lovingly. "Are you tired? Rest upstairs for now, and Mom will call you when the meal is ready."
"Okay."
After Abella went upstairs, she received a call from Sam.
[Boss, can you come to Valleydale? The research on A33 has failed again.]
Valleydale is one of Abella's headquarters located in the outskirts of New York - a big house on a beautiful valley. It is a picturesque place with many large laboratories.
The laboratories are equipped with the most advanced equipment from both domestic and international sources.
A33 is a project abbreviation for researching Alzheimer's disease. It is well known that this disease cannot be completely cured and can only be temporarily alleviated with medication. The goal of finding a fully curative drug is extremely challenging.
"Boss, this project is costing too much money. Shouldn't we consider switching to another project? It's not sustainable to keep pouring money into it..."
"I'll go over later," Abella replied calmly.
"That's great, boss! When you come, could you also make some more longevity pills? Many people in the black market are willing to pay high prices for them lately."
"Alright."
After hanging up the phone, Abella took the medicine given to her by Clare, went downstairs, informed Mrs. Medici, and then left.
Valleydale was located amidst lush trees, grand and expansive. As soon as the dozen or so underlings guarding the entrance saw Abella, they became excited and respectful, "Boss, you finally came!"
Abella entered the main hall where Sam was already waiting.
"Boss, it's been a while, but you're still as cool as ever."
Abella had a cold and imposing aura, looking like a boss. "It's been a while, but your skin has gotten thicker."
Sam shrinked his neck in fear, "I dare not!"
In Laboratory 1, several doctors and experts greeted Abella respectfully, who nodded in response. She changed her clothes, took long strides into the laboratory, and asked, "What stage are we at now?"
"The extraction of folium saponicum has been consistently unsuccessful," one of the doctors said helplessly. "There is a substance inside that can improve memory, but the extraction process must be extremely careful, otherwise the components will be destroyed. We have been trying for over ten days, but still no success."
Another doctor spoke up, "And there are other Chinese herbs. Although we have successfully extracted them, they need to be synthesized together to maximize the acetylcholine levels in the brain. However, we have been unable to achieve the synthesis..."
Abella opened the recent series of failed research data, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll give it a try."
Several doctors and experts gathered around her as she attempted to extract from folium saponicum after high-temperature steaming...
It didn't take long before Abella's phone started vibrating. She was busy and had no time to attend to the person on the other end of the line, but they persisted and kept calling.
In the end, Abella reluctantly took off her gloves, went outside, and answered the call with some annoyance, "Who is this?"
"Abella, it's Dad! Please don't hang up! Dad will only take two minutes of your time!"
Mr. Wilson quickly explained the key points, "Isla plagiarized your work, and it was indeed her fault. Mom and I just scolded her severely at home! We are responsible for this. We failed to educate her properly, which led her to make such a serious mistake! So, do you have any time now? Mom and I want to apologize to you in person!"
"No need," Abella was about to hang up.
Mr. Wilson pleaded desperately, "Please don't hang up! Abella, please give Isla a chance to apologize, and also give Mom and me a chance? In the past, Mom and I didn't do well, and it made you sad. For the sake of Grandma's face..."
"You're not qualified to mention Grandma," Abella's voice turned icy.
What? Compensation of 60 million? Feeling heartbroken? Reluctant to take it out? Trying to use Grandma as an emotional ploy?
"Yes, yes, Dad is not qualified to mention your Grandma. If your Grandma wakes up and sees the Wilson family defeated by Dad's hand, she would be devastated, and her condition would worsen..."
Mr. Wilson seemed regretful and remorseful, "It's all Mom and my fault. You're right to hate us! Mom and I don't expect your forgiveness. But if you're willing..."
Abella didn't let him finish and interrupted directly, "I'm not willing."
Mr. Wilson didn't expect her to be so resolute. He was at a loss for words, "Abella, what can make you feel better? As long as Dad can do it..."
"You certainly can," Abella spoke directly, "Compensate 60 million, and use the rest of the money to buy some good medicine for Grandma on the black market."
Mr. Wilson remembered that Dr. Smith had mentioned before that there is a medicine on the black market, priced at 10 million per pill. Taking it twice a month for three consecutive months could allow for surgery, much better than being kept in the hospital on life support!
Because this medicine is made from extremely rare medicinal ingredients, one pill is exorbitantly expensive...
Subconsciously, Mr. Wilson resisted. The reason he kept the old lady in the hospital was twofold: first, because of her 30% shareholding, worth 300 million; and second, the old lady was biased and if she became senile in the future, she might give this share to Abella...
So he wanted to save the old lady, have her make a will before she passed away, and leave all the shares to Isla.
He thought Abella was unaware of his thoughts and kindly smiled, "Abella, rest assured about Grandma. Dad will definitely save her. She is Dad's mother! Many medicines on the black market are unreliable, but NYU Medical Center is the best in the country, renowned for its cardiac surgery department, with Dr.Brown and formidable experts like Dr. Smith... Your Grandma is being taken care of there, so don't worry."
In the end, he was reluctant to spend the money. She knew his intentions very well. He called not just to save the 60 million in compensation. Did he really think she was stupid? Can't she see through it?
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