Old Doug deeply regretted it.

After he finished the deed yesterday, he regretted it immediately. However, Yves had already locked the research institute door. He wanted to save it, but it was too late.

This morning, Old Doug arrived at the entrance of the research institute early and tried to make amends as much as possible.

He thought he had arrived very early. Unexpectedly, when he got to the door, he found that the firefighters had already arrived.

The thought of the burned-out storage room, and everything Rosalie said just now, Old Doug slapped himself twice in the face.

"Dr. Jacobs, it's all my fault, I’ve messed up!"

Old Doug trembled as he spoke. "I took the initiative to admit I was wrong, can you... let me go? My son is still in the hospital..."

Rosalie tried hard to keep calm. "Dr. Abe, this matter is not completely under my jurisdiction."

Yves echoed her sentiment. “This matter is now under the authorities, Dr. Abe, you’ve messed up big time!"

Old Doug's eyes flashed in pani