Chapter 257
Chapter 257 Conspiracy
Laura returned to her room heavy with thought. From the bottom of her cabinet, she pulled out an old photo album. Flipping quickly through the pages, she stopped on one, and the tears slid down her cheeks.
Her fingertip traced the smiling faces of two young girls frozen in the photograph. Her voice trembled in a whisper. “The resemblance… it’s uncanny. Catherine… tell me, is she your daughter p>
That afternoon, Lillian accompanied Geo to a secure base.
The car pulled up in front of a large building.
Attendants rushed forward to open the doors.
Lillian followed Geo directly to the fifth floor; staff and guards trailed closely behind.
As the elevator doors opened, the stationed guards immediately straightened and called out respectfully, “Mr. Geo p>
He gave a curt nod.
They moved as a group toward a ward guarded by several soldiers.
Seeing him arrive, one of them stepped forward in relief. “Mr. Geo, you’re finally here p>
Leaning on his cane, Mr. Geo’s face was grim. His voice dropped. “Any results p>
“Not yet. Dr. Jorge is already here, along with a few senior scholars,” the soldier reported.
His grip on the cane tightened as he turned to Lillian. “Come on, girl. Let’s take a look p>
Only then did the guards notice the slim figure beside him—a girl in black sportswear, the brim of her baseball cap shadowing half her face.
“Lillian?” A doubtful voice rose, as if trying to confirm.
She lifted her head and looked over. The man stood tall in full military uniform; his bearing was sharp, his handsome features made even sterner by the uniform. It really was fate. “Fawks. Long time no see p>
It was none other than Fawks. Even Lillian hadn’t expected to run into him here.
Geo frowned, puzzled. “So you know p>
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gave a faint smile and nodded. “I do, but not well.” They’d only met twice.
Geo shot Fawks a sharp glare before saying to her, “Not well is good. This boy’s no saint.” With that, he led Lillian into the ward.
Fawks stood frozen, caught off guard by the exchange. What on earth was that supposed to mean? Still, he hurried in after them.
Inside the room, doctors busied themselves around the patient.
The moment they noticed Mr. Geo, they set their instruments aside.
Jorge stepped over to greet him, then his eyes landed on the girl at his side. Realization dawned, and he smiled warmly. “Ms. Harrington. I didn’t expect Mr. Geo to bring you, but with you here, I can rest easy p>
Lillian returned the smile politely. “Dr. Jorge, it’s been a while p>
The other doctors exchanged bewildered glances. Jorge’s stature in the medical world was legendary-yet he spoke to this girl with such deference.
Just then, a middle-aged man in a white coat approached. He had a square face and the air of a rigid academic. “Dr. Jorge, who is this p>
Jorge made the introductions with a chuckle. “This is Lillian. Don’t let her age fool you; her skill far surpasses mine.” Then, turning to Lillian, he added, “This is Dr. Morris, dean of Kingston General p>
After the introductions were made, Geo spoke with weight. “She’s in charge now. Whatever she needs, you’ll all give her your full cooperation p>
Lillian didn’t stand on ceremony. She stepped up to a bed. The patient’s face was bluish, his breathing assisted by a ventilator; his eye sockets were sunken deep.
One glance was enough. Lillian could already see it—the man’s blood vessels were infested with clusters of insect eggs; some had already hatched, larvae crawling through his veins.
It was the first time she had encountered a case like this. She had suspected it, but even so, her scalp prickled.
From the side, Jorge asked carefully, “Well p>
Her brow furrowed. “It’s difficult. The parasites have already clung to several major blood vessels p>
“Parasites?” Geo asked, startled.
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Lillian gave a firm nod. “They entered through the wounds-likely during combat, when he came into contact with a death soldier’s blood p>
The surrounding staff gasped in disbelief.
Lillian’s tone turned brisk as she issued orders. “Prepare blood bags, scalpels, and four buckets filled with ice p>
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