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Corrine’s brow lifted slightly. Good timing, apparently.

Corrine epted the documents with a raised eyebrow, scanning the contents swiftly, her face gradually hardening. “What does ‘risk of developing cancer’ mean here?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Eaton replied tly, as if he were reading off a weather update. “Thepound contains a blood pressure stabilizer. But whoever prepared the sample got impatient. They pushed the dosage too far. That led to toxicity buildup in the body. Over time, it settles in the organs and raises the chance of malignant mutations.”

The words hit her like a slow, suffocating weight. Corrine’s fingers curled slightly.

Risk of developing cancer…

That bottle—the one Jonathan had given her—shed in her mind.

She had her own theory. If Jonathan had managed to develop such a precise antidote, he might also be battling a simr rare condition. If her suspicions were correct, and he had been medicating himself for years, then he…fna979 Get full chapters from FιndNovel/fna979

Seeing her distraught look, Eaton misread her concern as fear for her own health and quickly reassured her. “The adverse effects would take years to manifest due to the dosages involved. You’ve only taken a small amount; you should be fine.”

Corrine barely acknowledged his reassurance, her mind racing. She quietly ced the document on the table and walked away.

Jules and Eaton exchanged confused looks, trying to decode her unusual behavior.

“What’s going on with her?” Eaton asked, his brows drawn together.

Ever since the Fords took him under their wing, he had been staying in theb, deeply involved in research and drug development. Corrine never hesitated to try any sample herself. Today, however, her reaction was noticeably different.

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Was it the drug analysis that was bothering her? Or was she worried about someone else?

Eaton noticed Jules still watching Corrine with a thoughtful expression. “So today’s experiment…”

Jules blinked, as if waking from a trance. He opened his mouth, ready to turn it down. But Corrine interrupted sharply. “Continue!”

“The drug fusion we’re testing today isn’t stable,” Eaton began, doubt creeping into his voice. “Perhaps we should consider discontinuing the experiment. I’m concerned…”

Thest time they conducted a simr experiment, Corrine had slipped into aa. No one in the room was ready to face that kind of oue again. Yet…

Corrine seemed undeterred by the risks. She slipped off her jacket and walked toward the experimental chamber.

Jules reached out and caught her wrist. His lips were pressed into a firm line, and the sharp tension in his jaw revealed his unease. The visible tension in his hand betrayed his effort to maintain control over his emotions.

Corrine turned to face him, her eyes acknowledging his concern. She understood their fears, but she also knew her unique role in these trials. “Rx,” she said softly, cing her hand over his and giving it a gentle pat. “If something goes wrong, don’t let Nate find out.”

Jules’ reaction was a mix of frustration and disbelief, a chuckle mired in bitterness escaping him as he shook his head. “You really do keep your man in mind at all times!”

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