Desmond felt a renewed sense of purpose as they began to strategize their next moves in response to Josh's press conference. The adrenaline from the confrontation still coursed through him, fueling his determination to ensure that the lab would launch successfully.“First, we need to compile the data we already have,” Dr. Paige said, her fingers flying over her laptop keyboard. “We need to show the legitimacy of our research methods. Let’s create a visual presentation that highlights our approach to holistic medicine.”Desmond nodded, his mind racing. “We can include any preliminary findings, even if they’re not concrete yet. We need to emphasize our commitment to transparency, especially in light of the smear campaign.”“Lucy, can you reach out to the volunteers?” he asked, turning to her. “We need testimonials from those who’ve engaged with our treatments, even in their early stages. Their voices will add authenticity to our narrative.”“Of course,” Lucy replied, already typing a me

At the same time, the atmosphere in the presidential residence was heavy as First Lady Patricia paced the opulent living room, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. A sense of unease had settled over her ever since she had received a call from her husband, President Andrew. He had just informed her about their son, and his involvement in a dangerous situation surrounding the holistic lab.“Harrison Andrew! He's putting himself in harm’s way,” Patricia said, her voice a mix of concern and maternal instinct. “What if something goes wrong? What if he gets caught up in this mess with that director Josh's men. You trusted that man too much before, can't we get him arrested?”The president leaned against the grand fireplace, arms crossed, his expression grave. “I understand your concerns, Patricia. But liam is determined. He believes in what he’s doing, and he’s surrounded by people who can support him. Moreover, we can't arrest Josh without any strong evidence. He is very s

The lab was loud only in the way adrenaline makes quiet places feel noisy. Desmond watched Lucy’s phone like it might explode, not from electricity, but from consequences.The viral post was already everywhere: headline, montage, edited context, comments multiplying at the speed of anger. Josh had taken pieces of Desmond’s earlier public statements and forum clips, stitched them into a narrative that made the lab look reckless and the work look dangerous. It wasn’t just criticism. It was intimidation dressed as “truth.”Desmond kept his voice steady, but his jaw tightened as he scrolled.“We’re not going to chase him into the algorithm,” he said. “Josh wants a back-and-forth fight. We can’t afford that.”Lucy swallowed. “But people are calling for boycotts.”Dr. Paige stepped closer, calm but firm, like she was placing order on a chaotic ward. “Then we answer with documentation, oversight, and a chance for proper scrutiny. Not reaction videos. Not debate wars.”Scorpion nodded once, ey

The silence after Desmond’s answer lingered longer than anyone expected. Not because of what he said, but because of how he said it. No excuses, no political arrogance, no attempt to overpower the conference through status: Just calm acceptance of accountability.Josh slowly returned to his seat, though internally, irritation was beginning to spread beneath his composed expression. He had prepared for denial,defensiveness, even recklessness. Instead, Liam Andrew had walked directly into scrutiny and welcomed it, that was dangerous.Margaret exchanged brief whispers with several Ministry officials before speaking again.“The Ministry acknowledges Deputy Minister Andrew’s willingness to cooperate with regulatory supervision,” she announced.Immediately, reporters began murmuring across the hall. One journalist raised his hand quickly. “Does this mean the laboratory will receive temporary authorization?”Another followed immediately: “Will human trials be suspended?” “Has the presidency o

The laboratory remained silent long after Desmond’s words faded.“He was looking at her as a question.”Dorothy lay weakly beneath the monitor lights while the enlarged neural mapping rotated slowly above her bed. Bright electrical distortions pulsed violently around the cancer clusters like storms wrapped around fire.Paige stared at the data twice more before speaking, “the inflammatory response is synchronized with her neural stress activity”Lucy frowned. “Explain that in normal language”Paige exhaled carefully. “It means her nervous system isn’t only reacting to the cancer.” She pointed toward the display. “It may actually be worsening it”Tom looked confused, “How can anxiety affect cancer?”Desmond answered quietly: “Not anxiety alone” He stepped closer to the projection, “Chronic neurological distress changes hormone regulation, immune behavior, inflammatory response, cellular repair functions…” His eyes remained fixed on the scans, “If the body stays trapped in survival mod