âLucinda! Promise me! Youâve agreed to it before!â
Nathan urged, holding her hand so tightly that he didnât realize he was causing her pain.
âI promise I wonât marry him, but⦠Iâm sorry!â
Before Nathan could react, she struck him hard on the back of his neck using all her strength, which knocked him out.
She cradled him in her arms and gently stroked his forehead with her cheek.
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes into her hair.
She whispered, âGo to sleep, Nate.
Iâll take care of everything.
â
Sonny rushed upstairs, and was taken aback by the scene unfolding in the corner of the wardrobe.
âMiss Simmons, whatâs happening to him?â
Lucinda had no time for explanations.
âCome and carry him out.
Letâs go to the lab.
â
With no hesitation, Sonny squatted down and took the unconscious man from her arms.
Once they arrived at the lab, Aldric promptly examined Nathan.
A chilling atmosphere pervaded the room.
Frowning, Aldric sighed.
âHis condition is bad.
The drug is losing its effectiveness, and itâs causing side effects that accelerate the spread of the virus in his body.
If we donât administer another dose of the drug soon or find an antidote to completely cure him, he wonât last a month.
â
Sonnyâs countenance changed.
âWhat! Not even a month?â
Amidst the heavy atmosphere, Lucinda appeared surprisingly calm.
Concealing her hands within her sleeves, where her nails dug into her flesh, she tried to maintain a composed tone.
âYou two keep an eye on Nate.
I need to step out for something.
â
Leaving the lab, she got into her car and dialed Kysonâs number.
Kyson answered with enthusiasm, âWow, I didnât expect you to call so soon.
Let me guess, the drug isnât working anymore, right?â