Xu Ya returned home, her chest heaving with suppressed fury. She strode through the foyer, her face so dark that the housekeeper, who had served her for a long time and knew better than to provoke her when she was in such a mood, shrank away into the shadows, not daring to utter a word.
Once upstairs, Xu Ya stormed into a room. The white curtains were drawn halfway, casting the space in gloom, though it was still clear that this was a makeshift operating room. It was not a proper surgery, but rather a laboratory for research; rows of bookshelves, taller than a person, were lined with various anatomical specimens—all organs of different animals.
Ignoring the specimens, Xu Ya grabbed a scalpel and snatched a mouse from a cage on the floor. Without anesthesia, she slashed at it, her movements raw and fueled by a need to vent. Her eyes, typically soft and refined, were now dark and malicious, a stark contrast to the elegant young lady the world knew. She stabbed at the mouse repeatedly, the scalpel intended for saving lives now a weapon of torture.
Chapter 131