drianughed coldly, but suppressed all emotion in his beyes/b.

He pausedb, /bthen simply saidb: /bb“/bbForget /bbit/b. You bdon’t /bneed to bknow/bb./bb” /b

bHe /bhad originally wanted to cut straight bto /bthe truth–that bthe /bgirl who had quietly donated bone marrow to save the severely injured and dying Alpha at the border bwar /bbzone /bhad never bleft /bher name in Ferris’s blife/bb. /b

bAnd /bbthe /bname belonging to bAshley /bthat Ferris saw was most likely added after she bribed someone.

Adrian’s heart was filled with mixed emotionsb. /b

Ferris didn’t bdeserve /bto know this truth.

He had bnever /btreasured herb, /bso how could he deserve bto /bknow that she had nearly died for him onceb? /b

b“/bbJust /bkeep living in your own world, Ferrisb./bb” /b

Adrian withdrew his gaze and turned bto /bbleave/b, his bvoice /bcarrying its usual elegance and sharpnessb: /bb“/bYou’re no longer worthy of being my opponent.”

Ferris clenched his teeth, standing in ce, his fingers trembling slightly with anger.

bBut /bAdrian had already walked away without looking back.

Aurora’s bPOV /b

In the afternoonb, /bsunlight streamed through the gaps in the hospital room curtains, somewhat ring.

I was leaning against the headboard, sipping medicine in small sips, when the door opened and a familiar figure walked in.

bIt /bbwas /bMiloi. /i

He carried a bag of fruit and several books. As soon as he entered, he frowned: “Why do you look so pale? Is it seriousb?/bb” /b

I smiled gently: “It’s nothingb, /bjust a fever.”

He walked to the bedside, ced the fruit on the nightstand, pulled up a chair and sat down, sighing deeply: “Aurora, if you disregard your health like this

gain, I’m gonna start swearing, like, all the time.”

Seeing the worry in his eyes, my heart warmed slightly.

bBut /bthe next second, he put away that softness and became somewhat worried: “Howeverb, /bnormally I shouldn’t disturb you with troublesome matters when

you’re sick, but this is quite serious–I have to tell you.”

rarely saw Milo this anxiousb, /band couldn’t help but be curiousb: /b“What’s wrongb?/bb” /b

He looked at meb, /bbhis /btone bing more serious: “Aurora, have you ever sold the form for the ‘Silverlight Herb Stabilizer‘ to anyone else?”

The Silverlight Herb Stabilizer was a potion I had newly developed in recent months. Before its sess, manypanies had approached me, but I had rejected

hem all.

bAfter /bbsessful /bdevelopment, I nned tounch it under the name of thepany Milo and I had newly established.

I couldn’t help but be puzzledb: /b“No, I rejected all thepanies that showed purchasing interest.”

Hearing this, Milo was instantly furious.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out a printed report from his bag, spreading it in front of me: “The Silverlight bHerb /bStabilizerb–/bsomeone actually beat us to it and published the research results first. The form and beffects /bare identical. They’re calling this drug the ‘Moonlight Herb bStabilizer/bb./bb“/b”

I was stunned and quickly flipped through the reportb, /bscanning rapidly.

The form structure, sustained release ratios, and even the noted side effects were almost identical to the version I had personally formted two years ago.

“This…” I murmured, I remember now. I posted that early form on a closed medical forum under the name ‘Moonvell ia /ifew years ago. That was just a preliminary proposal that hadn’t undergone any clinical verification.”

Milo handed me his phone, which was ying a video.

The video background was a werewolf medical press conference, with Ashley sitting in the center wearing light makeup, confidently iming that the Moonlight Herb Stabilizer was her exclusive research achievement, repeatedly saying “to save more werewolves.”