Chapter 641
Chapter 641:
Adah’s hand connected sharply with his cheek. “When I declare you’re a nuisance, you’re a nuisance p>
Lance’s protest died in his throat, recognizing the dangerous glint in her eyes that promised worse consequences if he dared speak again.
“Gather your possessions and disappear—now!” Adah commanded with unwavering authority.
Terror propelled Lance up the stairs, his hands trembling as he stuffed his belongings into whatever containers he could find. Within minutes, he descended the staircase, clutching his pathetic collection of worldly goods. He had arrived with only necessities and now departed with scarcely more, though he currently held a weathered briefcase containing his few important documents.
Witnessing Lance’s complete submission, Adah’s mood brightened considerably. She waved him toward the door with theatrical grandeur. “Farewell, Mr. Evans. Remember to keep that mouth of yours sealed shut. Should even a whisper of my secret escape your lips, I’ll personally separate your tongue from your throat p>
Lance’s imagination conjured vivid images of crimson violence, causing cold sweat to cascade down his spine. He pressed his lips together so tightly they turned white, refusing to risk even a breath that might be interpreted as defiance, and slunk away with his dignity in tatters.
The moment Lance vanished beyond the gates, Clifton, Kieran, Heather, and Damian erupted in celebration. At last, no outsiders remained in the house, and they could speak freely without fear of eavesdropping or betrayal.
With the massive iron gates secured against unwanted intrusion, the four gathered in the spacious living room, encircling Adah with a barrage of questions and expressions of concern.
Adah fielded their inquiries with distracted responses, her mind elsewhere, before stretching luxuriously and announcing her intention to get some rest.
Meanwhile, Elliana had been completely absorbed in her laboratory work, oblivious to the domestic drama downstairs, making significant findings throughout the night.
The specter of Cole suffering another devastating episode before she could develop a cure haunted her thoughts, prompting her to examine the suppressant pills her mother had painstakingly created, hoping they might provide temporary relief during a crisis. However, after exhaustive research, she discovered these medications were absolutely contraindicated for Cole’s condition.
She had always known these suppressant pills carried severe side effects, but the extent of their destructive potential shocked her—they would systematically destroy the reproductive system while suppressing Psychephrenia’s symptoms. In blunt terms, administering these pills to Cole would rob him of his ability to father children.
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Sophie had given birth to Cole before her condition deteriorated and hadn’t conceived again during the subsequent decade, undoubtedly due to the pills’ devastating effects on her fertility.
Yet, Cole remained young and childless. Unless his life hung in immediate peril, these pills could never be an option.
This revelation sent waves of panic through Elliana’s already frayed nerves. She resolved to develop a cure for Cole with unprecedented urgency. Driven by desperation, she pushed herself beyond human limits, spending the entire night hunched over her equipment, foregoing even the comfort of her bed.