Chapter 1007

“Adam?”

Jeremy followed after the figure and indeed confirmed that it was Adam.

Adam looked no different than how he did before—still gentlemanly with his glasses.

Yet, such a kind-looking man had also taken someone else’s life as an experiment subject.

How could Jeremy possibly forgive Adam for what he did to Madeline?

She had believed Adam, thinking that he was genuinely helping her when she was nothing more than a subject of an experiment to him.

Madeline still had no idea why he was so averse to her taking the pain medication Adam gave her.

Adam had returned to his office to get his research. However, he had not expected Jeremy to appear before the door the moment he sat in his office.

Panic flashed through Adam’s eyes, but he quickly calmed.

“Jeremy Whitman? How can I help you?”

Locking Adam’s office door behind him, Jeremy walked toward Adam with a domineering gaze in his eyes.

“You don’t even have the most basic medical ethics at all, so how can you even call yourself a doctor?

You have no right to wear that lab coat!”

Adam looked confused. “What are you talking about Jeremy?”

“You know what you’ve done!” Jeremy grabbed Adam by his collar. “Eveline believed you and even saw you as a friend, yet you treated her as an experiment subject! Damn you, Adam Brown!”

Jeremy sent a punch across Adam’s face, flinging the man’s glasses across the floor.

Adam frowned in pain and picked up his glasses. After putting them on once more, he smiled as if nothing was wrong.

“Shouldn’t you worry about yourself, Jeremy Whitman?” Adam showed his true self. “So what if I treated Eveline as a test subject? Had it not been for me, she would’ve died long ago in prison. Hmph.

Don’t forget that you were the one who sent her there in the first place, Mr. Whitman.”

Adam was well aware of Jeremy’s weakness and aimed right at it. He chuckled when he saw the change in Jeremy’s expression before reaching into his drawer to pull out a bag of small and thin pills.

Jeremy recognized them as the pain medication Adam told Madeline to take.

“The pills Eveline Montgomery took were made with the same ingredients as the cigarettes you’ve been smoking over the past three months,” Adam explained.

Jeremy’s expression changed. “What?! You gave Eveline a slow-acting poison?”

“She didn’t take much, and with her pregnant body, it wasn’t that bad. Her symptoms seem to have already vanished as of now,” Adam’s reply placated much of Jermey’s worry, but then he suddenly broke into a smile.

“So she isn’t my test subject anymore. You are.”

Jeremy relaxed greatly.

As far as he was concerned, he was content with Madeline being safe.

Adam saw through the cause behind Jeremy’s shift of expression. “You must love Eveline so much. It’s a shame you’ll never get to be with her again.”

He spoke as his computer showed the results of Jeremy’s blood test.

His eyes fell on the report, and Adam smiled.

“It has only been three months, but Lana sure is a cruel woman. She made you smoke that custom cigarette every day to make you stay. Your blood has already changed to the point where you only have two choices before I invent the antidote.”

Adam listed out slowly, “Choice one, you return to Lana’s side and be her man. Continue to smoke that cigarette and slow the poison, though I don’t suppose you’ll take that option.

“Choice two, you wait for death to take you.”

He smiled and continued, “Because even if I do invent the antidote, I can’t give it to you. You’ll never understand how rare it is for a mad scientist to be given the support—monetary and tactical—to do his own research, but the Stygian Johnsons do.”

The Stygian Johnson Gang.

All hope vanished from Jeremy’s heart at Adam’s mention of the gang.