Umbrella Corporation's temporary camp.
Inside an unremarkable tent.
"Computers aren't trustworthy, Dr. Aikenford," Dr. Isaacs said with a mocking look, looking at Dr. Aikenford before him. "Making deals with the enemies of the Umbrella Corporation carries great risks."
Sitting in his wheelchair, Dr. Aikenford's face was ashen, sweat beading on his forehead. After a long silence, he finally said, "I only want my daughter."
"Yes, yes, my dear Aikenford, God bless you, you are truly a loving father," Isaacs smiled. "But that man doesn't care about your daughter. He only cares about his status, reputation, and money."
"So I'm relying on myself," Aikenford said, his eyes glistening with tears, looking pleadingly at Isaacs. "For God's sake, Isaacs, I only want my daughter. She's a poor chil
