All Chapters of My Lover Drowned Me For Greed: I'm Back To Make Him Suffer : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

​The word liquefaction echoed through the sterile, metal-clad staging bay like a death knell.​"The internal core temperature of the pods is climbing by two degrees every sixty seconds," Evelyn shouted, her fingers flying across her navigation tablet as she tried to force a software override. "Vivian, the automated revival sequence is hardcoded into the hub’s mantle grid! It thinks the surface conditions are optimal because we bypassed the perimeter gates with the vanguard key. It’s flooding the cellular chambers with ambient heat!"​"But we don't have the chemical stabilizing fluid from Vault 03," Leo rasped, his face pale under his grime-smeared visor as he kicked the transport sled's rear bumper. "The stabilizer was supposed to protect their neurological pathways during the transition. Without it, the heat will dissolve their cell walls from the inside out before they even take their first breath. His father won't survive the hour."​Julian didn't look at the flashing countdown. His

​The floor plates beneath Vivian’s boots groaned as a secondary shockwave rippled down from the staging bay. On her wrist console, the vanguard line voltage fluctuated wildly, dropping another seven percent.​"The Iron Fang warlord isn't just breaching the gates, Vivian!" Leo shouted, his voice echoing off the sterile glass distillation columns of the synthesis lab. He slammed the insulated steel flasks down onto the primary chemical intake bench. "They’re using heavy thermal lances. The vibration metrics mean they’ve already compromised the outer security seal. Julian is holding the main elevator platform with a torn shoulder and a single tactical rifle!"​"Then we do not waste a single second," Vivian said.​Her voice remained an absolute frost, stripped of all emotional drag. She approached the central master laboratory interface, her bare, bandaged right hand leaving a faint smear of dark crimson on the pristine white keypad as she keyed in her father’s administrative override code

​The acidic fog clearing from the staging dock left behind a raw, chemical stench that clung to the freezing air. The immediate threat of the Iron Fang vanguard was broken, their shattered vehicles and remaining forces stalling inside the flooded drainage grid below the loading threshold. But the real ticking clock hadn't slowed down for Vivian’s victory.​"Sixteen minutes!" Leo panted, scrambling across the slick, foam-covered titanium floorboards. He dragged the heavy, insulated steel flasks toward the base of the primary cryogenic pod. The deep-blue surfactant fluid surged violently against the frosted glass of the containers, radiating a severe, hyper-chilled mist. "Vivian, the internal pod temperature has breached ninety-four degrees! The cellular expansion metrics are spiking—his father’s neural grid is going into systemic shock!"​"Isolate the primary manifold, Leo," Vivian commanded.​She remained on her knees in front of Julian. Her administrative voice was an absolute razor,

​The older man on the screen let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded entirely out of place against the backdrop of the howling arctic gale. He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers, the silver band of a Directorship signet ring catching the harsh violet glare of the emergency lights.​"Always so unyielding, Vivian," he murmured, his tone carrying the fond, disappointed indulgence of a tutor grading a flawed exam. "You truly are your father's daughter. But Christopher always let his sentimentality cloud his tactical equations. He built these magnificent hubs to preserve humanity, yet he failed to realize that humanity is an unmanageable baseline without a violent hand to guide it."​"The baseline is perfectly manageable when the administrative authority is legitimate, Uncle Marcus," Vivian replied smoothly.​Her voice was a clinical chill, completely unbothered by the rumble of forty artillery rigs calibrating their trajectories on the ridges above. Her

​The automated medical transport gurney glided silently down the corridor of Sector 02, its repulsor fields humming beneath Julian’s massive, motionless form. The violent, earth-shaking rumbles from the ridge collapse had completely died away, replaced by the sterile, rhythmic pulsing of the hub's secondary medical bay.​"His core vitals are climbing back into the optimal sector," Leo reported, wiping a thick layer of grease and dried foam from his forehead as he monitored the bedside diagnostic screen. "The high-density clotting foam stabilized the torn deltoid tissue. The neuro-link didn't fracture, Vivian. He’s just resting. His body simply reached its kinetic threshold."​"Keep him under a localized cellular repair loop, Leo," Vivian commanded coldly.​She stood at the foot of the medical pod, her profile an absolute, unyielding slate under the soft green neon glare of the bay's internal lighting. Her bare, bandaged right hand was resting flat against the metal railing, a thin, dri