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    Years of research had gone into isting theseponents, with vast resources poured into developing an antidote. Without the Ford family’s wealth, such an ambitious project would have been impossible.


    “You previously reported four substances in total. Why are there still two or more unknown?” Jules frowned, tossing the document onto the table. The loud thud made Eaton flinch.


    He hesitated before exining, “We initially identified four, but after repeated extraction failures, we suspect the fourth isn’t a singlepound but a fusion of two.”


    Jules snapped impatiently, “I don’t need spection—I need results.” He could never forget what Corrine had endured when she fell ill at eighteen.


    The agony. The helplessness.


    The Ford family had scoured the world for the finest doctors, but none had a cure. After relentless testing, they discovered she had a rare gic disorder. There was no treatment—only medications to suppress the symptoms. The doctors had even predicted that Corrine wouldn’t live past twenty-five.


    From that moment on, the Ford family had secretly built an entire research division dedicated to studying Corrine’s gic disease.


    These past few years, despite pouring endless resources into the effort, no significant breakthrough had materialized. The antidotes they concocted were able to stabilize Corrine’s condition, but at a cost—side effects that weighed heavily on her. After testing numerous treatments, they had finally settled on the current regimen for Corrine.


    Eaton’s gaze remained fixed on her, his worry etched on his face.


    “Miss Hond, we’vee up with a more daring approach…”


    Before he could finish, Corrine removed her coat. “Let’s proceed.”


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    As she took a step forward, Jules grabbed her wrist. “Corrine, the experimental data is still under review. This is too risky. If something goes wrong…”


    “Stay positive,” Corrine interrupted with a calm smile. “What if this time it works?”


    She gently patted Jules’ hand, reassuring him, before stepping into the experimental chamber.


    Once she was inside, Jules grabbed Eaton by the cor. “Listen, if anything happens to Corrine, you will answer for it!”


    “Mr. Ford, why are you acting like amon thug?” Eaton said, pushing his hand away with a look of exasperation. “Always with the same threats. I’m growing weary of them.”


    Without another word, Eaton moved toward the main control panel, beginning the experiment.


    “Miss Hond, signal us immediately if you start feeling unwell.”


    Inside the chamber, Corrine gave them an affirmative thumbs-up.


    With precise care, Eaton manipted the equipment as fine needles pierced Corrine’s skin, targeting specific pressure points across her body.


    Outside the chamber, Jules stood stone-faced. Yet, the tension in his clenched jaw and the way his fists tightened, veins popping beneath his skin, betrayed his inner turmoil.


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