CHAPTER 384: CHAPTER 384: FOUND THE CLUE

Thinking about how the two faces were completely different, she sighed and ruffled Marcus’s hair.

"Maybe you’re just too afraid of Grace Lynch. It’s okay, Marcus. If you don’t like her, I won’t call her next time."

Marcus nodded, his eyes reddening a bit.

He indeed didn’t like Grace Lynch and was unwilling to admit that she was his mother.

Eleanor Hollis held him, lost in thought.

Back then, Grace Lynch denied that Marcus was her child. But even after a long investigation, it was unclear whose child Marcus really was. Eleanor looked at Marcus’s cheek, wondering which woman was so lucky to bear Hugo Quinn such an adorable son.

She pressed her lips together and gently patted the child’s back.

Marcus lay on the sofa, resting his head on the cushion, and fell asleep.

Eleanor Hollis took out her phone and called Hugo Quinn. With an outbreak on the other side, she became anxious whenever he didn’t pick up.

As expected, Hugo didn’t answer, so she called Xavier Crawford, who answered quickly.

"Eleanor, how’s Grace Wexler?"

He immediately asked about Grace Wexler, which made Eleanor Hollis find it amusing.

"She’s fine, but she went back on her own, said she couldn’t sleep well. You should come back early to keep her company."

Xavier’s heart softened, and his gaze turned tender.

"The area where my brother and Hugo Quinn are has been locked down. It was just recently sealed. People inside can’t get out, and those outside can’t get in. I’m still finding a way."

Eleanor Hollis’s heart trembled. Locked down? That means the outbreak has reached that area.

She bit her lips, her eyes reddening instantly.

"Xavier, I can’t reach Hugo Quinn. If you have any news, please tell me. I’m always here."

Xavier nodded and sighed.

"This incident is very serious, Eleanor. I only realized how chaotic it is here after arriving. There’s organized evacuation everywhere. The country itself doesn’t have confidence in overcoming this crisis. Although many international aids are coming, I’ve heard many people have died inside."

Eleanor Hollis slowly closed her eyes, her voice firm.

"I understand. I will wait for Hugo Quinn to return, and for you as well. Be careful."

Xavier hung up the phone, covering his head with a cloth. He had been wandering here for a long time but could not enter other areas.

Even calling Cole Crawford yielded no answer. What on earth are those two doing?

A certain region in Africa.

Hugo Quinn and Cole Crawford were studying a map. They had returned to Mortistown. The people who attacked them earlier had already retreated, leaving nothing but corpses inside.

This was a map they had obtained with great difficulty, detailed enough to mark every river.

"It’s at the mountaintop, where they’ve built a factory."

Hugo pointed to the highest mountain, frowning.

The weather had been harsh these days, with sudden downpours followed by sunshine. People from other countries had started coming in to handle the corpses. Otherwise, if the bodies were allowed to rot completely, the whole area might turn into a dead zone, not even sparing the birds flying overhead.

After a catastrophe, comes a great plague.

"Let’s go up and take a look."

Cole put the map away, and the two began to climb the mountain.

With the protection of isolation suits, they weren’t worried about infection for the time being.

Lan Yancy was left outside by Hugo Quinn.

Hugo initially wanted to take out his phone to call Lan Yancy to ask about the situation outside, but there was no signal in the mountains.

They walked for a full three hours before reaching the mountaintop.

A crude factory indeed appeared before them, surrounded by foul-smelling water.

The water, mixed with various colors, created an unsettling feeling.

Hugo Quinn and Cole Crawford exchanged a glance and slowly approached.

The entire factory was devoid of people, surrounded by all kinds of chemical reagents, many of which had been spilled on the floor.

"Is this..."

Hugo furrowed his brows. Was someone conducting experiments here?

But why build such a factory deep in the mountains, and what does this have to do with that airplane?

He pondered for a while but couldn’t figure it out.

"Hugo, let’s leave."

Cole’s voice came suddenly, pulling him to leave quickly.

Hugo looked at him puzzled, not understanding why he was suddenly acting crazy.

"What’s wrong?"

Cole didn’t answer, and the two went outside the factory, an oppressive silence hanging in the air.

"These viruses are all artificially created, and I already have a suspect."

Having seen those who attacked them unexpectedly, he had started suspecting the Wexler Family. Now, seeing so many familiar things in the factory, his face grew darker.

Cole was more knowledgeable about the Wexler Family.

Cole had lived abroad, understanding the Wexler Family’s development better.

"Do you know how the Wexler Family rose to power? The Wexler’s have many industries, but their highest honor was achieved through medicine. The Wexler Family recruited many geniuses in medicine who only work for them. Initially, the Wexler Family wasn’t in business, they sold medicine. But when disease struck, their pharmaceuticals quickly gained international expert recognition. A single medicine brought astronomical prices, rapidly filling the Wexler’s coffers, enabling them to invest in other industries."

The more Cole explained, the darker his expression grew. The current situation was almost identical to back then.

A disease outbreak came first, then the Wexler Family made a fortune with their drugs. He now suspected that the original outbreak was engineered by the Wexler Family, just so they could trade their drugs for money.

But these were just his suspicions because the Wexler Family had existed for a very long time, being a century-old family. He had heard these stories from the older generations. Back then, everyone exalted the Wexler Family, claiming their drugs saved an era.

If it’s the Wexler Family that developed a cure again, then all of this is definitely orchestrated by them.

Listening to his words, Hugo Quinn felt a chill. How far would one go for money, even discarding their conscience.

They found a place to sit, perspiration on their foreheads.

"The Wexler Family is highly esteemed, especially in Africa. The Wexler’s drugs saved many people here in the past, so Africa has always remembered their gratitude. Toppling the Wexler Family won’t be easy."

Cole regretted involving his brother with the Wexler Family. Who would have thought that the Wexler Family would plot such things behind the scenes?

If these incidents are related to the Wexler Family, then the people on that plane were also connected to them.

That plane carried almost every genius in the medical field.

Cole Crawford’s parents were well-known figures in the medical world. The Crawford Family had been established in a previous era, but his parents didn’t seem to enjoy commerce, so they had trained him in business from a young age, preparing to hand the Family over to him.