Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1485

Under Serena's care, Dr. Geoffrey Grant's health had improved significantly since his rescue.

Though still thin and looking a bit pale, he no longer seemed as though he were standing at death's door.

At the sound of the door opening, he immediately looked up.

The moment he saw Serena, his clouded but gentle eyes lit up.

"Miss Lancaster..." he stammered, gripping the edge of the bed as he tried to sit up straighter.

Serena quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Dr. Grant, there's no need to get up. Just lie down."

"And please, you're a friend of Grandma Aria. Just call me Serena."

Hearing her words, Dr. Grant choked up, his eyes turning red.

Serena had visited him several times over the past few days.

Every time, he saw traces of Aria Wynn in the young woman.

It wasn't her facial features.

It was her eyes.

That calm, unwavering gaze, as if she always knew exactly which path to take, no matter how much darkness surrounded her.

It was uncanny.

Far too similar.

Dr. Grant took a deep breath, trying to suppress the overwhelming emotions swelling in his chest. His voice was still slightly hoarse. "I'm fine. I feel much better."

He looked at the group standing behind Serena.

Jasper, Julian, Jerrick, Nicholas, and Black Jack.

The aura each of them exuded was nothing short of extraordinary.

But Dr. Grant only glanced at them briefly before returning his attention to Serena.

He knew.

If Serena brought them here, they had to be people she completely trusted.

Serena sat down by the edge of the bed. "Dr. Grant, we came today because I wanted to ask you a bit more about Project Zero-Transit."

"The Black Sun, The Raven, the things Chief Engineer Wynn left behind, and all the people they treat as experimental materials..."

"All of it is likely on that ship."

His voice cracked. "But Project Zero-Transit isn't a normal vessel. It's a true ghost ship drifting in the shadows. Once you board, there is no guarantee you will ever step off it alive."

Serena's expression remained serene. "Which is exactly why we need to know as much as possible."

Dr. Grant looked at her.

For a long time.

He let out a soft sigh.

That sigh carried a heavy weight of exhaustion, but also a sense of destiny, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.

"Alright," Dr. Grant nodded. "But I don't know much. They wouldn't let Human Specimens like us... no, the prisoners, know too much."

He visibly swallowed hard when he said the words 'Human Specimens'.

Closing his eyes, he continued, "I only managed to piece things together over the years by listening to the communications between Special Envoy Mordecai and the higher-ups during my brief moments of clarity."