CHAPTER 738: CHAPTER 738: THE ANTIDOTE WAS COMPLETELY WASTED

In the middle of the night, Eleanor Sterling woke up again.

Her body trembled with fear, but this time she was in a warm embrace, Alaric Faulkner’s chest.

Due to her abrupt movement, Alaric Faulkner woke up, a hint of drowsiness still in his eyes, and he asked hoarsely, "Had a nightmare?"

"Yeah, during the days you weren’t here, I always felt uneasy, and as a result, what you think during the day, you dream at night."

Alaric Faulkner stroked her back, comforting her, "Don’t overthink."

Thinking of her dream, Eleanor’s eyes felt somewhat sore.

She actually dreamed that Alaric Faulkner left, dreamed of him marrying another woman, and them walking hand-in-hand into the hall together.

"The night before last, there was heavy rain, I woke up and didn’t see you, so I slept holding your clothes."

Alaric Faulkner’s heart tightened, and he said softly, "Silly, I’m back now, aren’t I? From now on, I’ll sleep with you, and you won’t have nightmares anymore."

"Then you will never leave, right?"

"Mm, sleep now."

Eleanor closed her eyes with relief, resting against his chest, listening to his steadily beating heart.

It’s probably due to the influence of her pregnancy hormones making her somewhat anxious, which leads to all sorts of nightmares.

When she has time, she should go to her master to get a prescription for calming medicine.

After waking up, Alaric Faulkner couldn’t fall asleep again.

He decided to go see Elder Sawyer tomorrow to ask about the progress of his testing.

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Elder Sawyer’s laboratory.

Elder Sawyer looked grave, "Progress is very slow. The toxins in your body are a complex mixture, and they weren’t administered at the same time, making it impossible to pinpoint the exact source of the toxins quickly."

Alaric Faulkner nodded, "Alright, please continue the testing, and remember to inform me of any important updates."

"How is Eleanor?" Elder Sawyer asked with concern.

Thinking of the hard-earned antidote from last night that she wasted, Alaric Faulkner felt a headache coming on.

He paused for a moment and sighed, "I put the antidote in the cake, tricked her into thinking it was a gift brought back from a business trip, but she didn’t eat even a single bite and vomited it all out."

"What?" Elder Sawyer looked at him in shock, "Did the hard-earned antidote get wasted just like that?"

Alaric Faulkner hung his head, "Sorry, I wasn’t careful enough, I didn’t think Eleanor, being pregnant, wouldn’t be able to keep things down."

Thinking that young girls like to eat cake, Alaric Faulkner had mixed the antidote into it, but little did he know it would all be for naught.

Elder Sawyer sighed repeatedly, "Then how about asking them for the antidote again?"

Alaric Faulkner pressed his lips together, "I’m afraid they’ll make other demands again, I’ll prepare myself before asking."

Elder Sawyer nodded, "Okay, I’ll also try to speed up the progress and attempt to extract the toxins from your blood so we can formulate the antidote."

"I’ll be heading back then."

Alaric Faulkner got up and walked a few steps towards the door, then paused as if remembering something, turning around to Elder Sawyer, "Eleanor seems somewhat anxious lately, could you prescribe some medication to calm her fetus down? I’ll take it home for her."

Elder Sawyer naturally didn’t refuse, and he quickly made the medicine into herbal pills, then handed them to Alaric Faulkner, "Take them with water, three times a day."

"Thank you, master."

Alaric Faulkner nodded respectfully, turned around, and left.

Upon returning, he gave the fetal medicine to Eleanor, "This is medicine to calm your fetus, I got it from Elder Sawyer, I noticed you’ve been sleeping poorly lately."

Eleanor widened her eyes, surprised that Alaric Faulkner took the initiative to get the medicine for her, she had planned to go herself in a couple of days, but now it seemed unnecessary.

She stepped forward and kissed Alaric Faulkner on the cheek, "You’re so wonderful. Thank you."

Watching Eleanor carry the medicine inside, Alaric Faulkner felt a pang of regret in his heart.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have mixed the medicine into the cake, but there’s no regret medicine in the world, now he could only continue to be in Franklin Faulkner’s grasp.