Chapter 538:
Bryan set his phone aside and carefully withdrew his arm from beneath her.
He covered her with a blanket, then quietly exited the ward.
The night was still.
Outside in the garden, about eight tall figures lingered. As Bryan stepped out, Josue approached him swiftly.
âHowâs everything going? Are you feeling alright?â Josue asked.
âYeah, I feel fine,â Bryan responded as he walked over to a bench and sat down, his body relaxing slightly.
He had been anxious that Eileen might probe further.
Thankfully, Eileen was still overwhelmed and hadnât noticed anything amiss.
Just then, a doctor approached and took Bryanâs blood.
âThe test results from this afternoon are clearâno signs of drug-related substances.â Josue sat down next to Bryan, his voice laced with contempt. âThat bastard monopolizes the drug trade. How many families has he ruined? Whatever drug he has concoctedâ¦â
It couldnât be anything good!
But he didnât finish his thought. Though Bryanâs blood had been tested, there was no telling what substance he might have been given.
Their concern deepened the more they considered it.
âThe real problem is, Coen got away,â Jacob spat. âThat scoundrel is bent on revenge. He might be lying low somewhere now. If he decides to strike back and drags us down with himâ¦â
Before Jacob could finish speaking, Bryan fixed him with a piercing gaze, making him fall silent.
LÎÏÑÑÏ chαÏÏÑrs ιn gðªlðovÑlð.ð°ððº Bryanâs eyes, deep and grave, held a solemnity that lingered persistently.
âMr. Dawson, please monitor yourself closely. If you feel any discomfort, inform us immediately,â the doctor said, putting away the blood sample.
Then, he administered a shot of a drug resistance agent to Bryan, designed to neutralize any drugs in his system.
âDewitt mentioned that in Coenâs absence, their forces have surrounded his former location and seized his lab. Once they find the latest drug, theyâll work on making an antidote.â Josueâs brow furrowed with concern. âBut are you sure you donât want to tell Eileen? What if, one day, you donât wake up? Arenât you worried about leaving things unsaid?â
Bryan dabbed the needle mark with a cotton swab.
Without looking up, he replied, âEileenâs stronger than you might think, yet more delicate than you can imagine.â
Above all, he couldnât bear the thought of seeing her fall apart. If his time came sooner than expectedâ¦
He could only consider himself selfish.
The doctor drawing Bryanâs blood wasnât affiliated with the hospital but was an expert in drugs.
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