Adrian lay back on the couch in his temporary quarters with his eyes closed, his body finally still. The constant pressure weighing on him had eased slightly, replaced by a controlled calm. He exhaled slowly, one arm resting over his eyes. Then the door creaked open. The sound was soft. Careless. Adrian didn’t move immediately. “If you’re here to report something,” he said calmly without opening his eyes, “make it quick.” No response came. Instead, there was a rustling sound followed by slow footsteps moving closer. Adrian frowned slightly and lowered his arm, opening his eyes. Then he froze. Kai stood there holding an enormous bundle of flowers. Different colors. Different flowers. Completely mismatched and messy, like someone had gathered them in a hurry without caring how ridiculous they looked. Adrian blinked once. “…What is that?” Kai casually walked forward and dropped the flowers onto the table in front of him. They scattered everywhere, taking over half the surface ins

While, Adrian was passing, glances lingered longer than usual.. Inside one of the private offices assigned to him, He sat behind the desk reviewing updated reports. The treatment distribution was progressing smoothly, yet he remained fully alert. His focus moved through the data with precision, looking not for success, but for instability—any inconsistency that might hint at relapse or mutation. A firm knock came at the door. Adrian didn’t look up immediately. “Come in.” The door opened without hesitation. Heavy footsteps followed. The man who entered carried himself with undeniable authority. Expensive clothing, controlled posture, the kind of presence that assumed compliance from others. But his expression betrayed him—tense, sharp, and visibly irritated. “I’ve been looking for you,” the man said. No greeting. No introduction. Adrian finally lifted his gaze from the reports. “Then you found me.” The man stepped forward until he was a few feet from the desk. “Do you know who

At the Meridian Lounge, the upper floors of the lounge were warm and refined. Soft golden lights reflected against polished glass walls, giving the entire place an almost unreal calm. Adrian arrived exactly at eight. The staff recognized him immediately and guided him upstairs without question. . Selene Voss was waiting for him beside the window overlooking the city. She turned slightly when he entered, her expression calm and unreadable “You came.” “I said I would,” Adrian replied as he walked toward the table. A faint smile touched her lips. “I thought you might decide not to.” “I don’t leave things unresolved, neither do I make fake promises” “That,” she said, gesturing toward the seat across from her, “seems consistent with you.” Adrian sat down without hesitation. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward; it felt measured, like both were studying the other before deciding how far the conversation would go. Selene rested one arm lightly against the

Chapter 232Morning came with movement.Not rushed.Not chaotic.But alive.The facility had transformed over the past few days. Where there had once been fear and uncertainty, there was now structure, rhythm, and cautious hope. Patients were stabilizing, recovery rates were improving, and for the first time in a long while—people were breathing a little easier.Adrian walked down the corridor with steady steps, a tablet in his hand as he reviewed patient updates. Beside him, Catherine moved in sync, her attention fully on the reports they had just finished discussing.“…The third ward is responding better than expected,” she said, flipping through her notes. “The new batch seems more refined.”Adrian nodded slightly.“The composition stabilized after the adjustment.”A pause.“The reaction time is shorter now.”Catherine glanced at him briefly.“You barely slept, did you?”Adrian didn’t look up.“I rested enough.”She didn’t argue.She already knew that meant otherwise.They stepped

After Adrian left the conference room with Kai, the atmosphere didn’t settle the way most meetings usually did. Instead, the discussion continued to build. One of the senior medical directors broke the silence first. “We can’t let this end as just another internal report.” Another immediately nodded in agreement. “What he accomplished goes far beyond departmental recognition.” A third specialist leaned forward slightly. “If this remains internal, it won’t reflect the scale of the impact.” The room slowly shifted from discussion into planning. Ideas began forming rapidly as the officials exchanged thoughts across the table. “We should invite external specialists.” “Medical board representatives from neighboring regions.” “Research institutions too.” Someone hesitated before adding, “And the press?” A brief silence followed. Then another official answered carefully, “Controlled exposure. No uncontrolled media frenzy. Structured release only.” That seemed to settle the concern