2025-06-19 22:38:37“What the hell is going on?! Didn’t you say you could save him?!” Rose spun around, fury blazing in her eyes as she glared at Franklin.
“I–I… I did…” Franklin stammered, completely rattled. He couldn’t even meet her gaze. Things had spiraled far beyond what he’d anticipated. Treating a conscious Tyrel was one thing—reviving a nearly dead lion was another.
“Well, uh… this is just a… a normal reaction in the process,” he muttered, voice dry. “Now we just need to operate—immediately. We can still save him.”
“Dr. Mark, I need your help,” he snapped, already shifting the blame in his mind in case things went south.
“Doctor, I really don’t think that’s going to work…” Mark said cautiously.
“Shut it! I said it’ll work, so it will! I’ve been a doctor for over fifty damn years—there’s no illness I can’t cure. Now get the anesthesia ready!”
With a crazed yell, Franklin grabbed a scalpel and lunged toward the old man.
Rose gasped, instinctively reaching out—but before she could stop him, there was a sharp clang.
The scalpel hit the ground.
Franklin dropped to his knees with a groan, clutching his hand in pain.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Seth’s voice thundered through the room. In his hand, a vial of golden serum shook violently—he’d just thrown a coin to stop the blade.
“Thank God you’re here,” Rose exhaled and kicked Franklin aside. “This hack tore off your equipment and tried to slice open my grandfather. He almost killed him!”
“Please—check on him! He passed out again!” Rose begged.
Seth gave a low scoff and fed the serum to the old man. His cold eyes locked on the nervous Dr. Mark.
“So. You didn’t trust me. You let this clown touch my patient?”
“No, no—it's not what you think,” Rose cut in, voice flustered. “He tricked me! Said you screwed everything up and ran off. That’s the only reason I let him take over.”
“And I called you the second I found out! You hung up on me before I said a word!”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” Seth sneered, arms crossed.
Rose flushed, embarrassed and furious. The tension between them thickened—until a weak cough from the bed snapped their heads around.
“Grandpa!” Rose rushed over, eyes wet. Tyrel was awake—color back in his face.
“Young man… thank you. You’ve saved me. Twice now.” Tyrel’s gaze was clear and full of respect. “You’re so young, yet so skilled. Where did you learn—”
“Sir,” Seth interrupted, voice calm but firm. “As much as I hate to say it, thanks to a certain idiot doctor’s stunt, your illness wasn’t fully cured. I’ve stabilized it for now. But to finish the job, you’ll need three more treatments.”
“Then do it.”
The voice came from the doorway—low, powerful, and commanding.
Everyone turned.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped in, flanked by the three white-bearded board members.
When they saw Tyrel sitting up—awake—the room shifted. Tension gave way to stunned relief.
Tyrel Enterprises had just been pulled back from the brink.
"Please allow me, on behalf of all 300 members of the Tyrel family, to bow to you. You’ve saved our entire bloodline!"
With a thud, the middle-aged man dropped to his knees. Before Seth could help him up, Rose rushed forward, grabbing the man's arm with trembling hands.
“Dad…” she whispered.
So this was the current head of the Tyrel family—Bryan Tyrel.
"I really can't accept such a gesture, Mr. Tyrel," Seth said, arms crossed. "Please, get up."
"Watch your tone. Who do you think you are, talking to my father like that?" Rose’s voice turned cold.
“Rose,” Bryan shot her a warning look, then turned back to Seth with deep gratitude in his eyes. “The fact that my father is even awake—it’s all thanks to your miraculous hands. If there’s anything else you need, just say the word. We’ll give it everything we’ve got.”
“I’d love to help,” Seth said calmly. “But I’m afraid there are people out there who think I’m some fraud—some street charlatan.”
He paused just long enough. Bryan caught on immediately.
“Don’t worry,” he said firmly. “That quack who dared question you—I’ve already had my men detain him. Scum like that, who plays with lives, deserves to rot in prison for the rest of his days.”
Seth gave a satisfied nod. “Well then, it’s actually simple. All you need is to get your hands on NOVA-4. Once we have that, your father will be out of the woods.”
The room fell silent. Faces turned stiff.
NOVA-4. The legendary serum. Just a single drop was worth more than gold.
Even when the former president was on his deathbed, he’d dispatched entire fleets of agents and plastered the black market with rewards—but came up empty.
And now Seth wanted them to find it?
Was he kidding, or just crazy?
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Chapter 150. The Cost of Standing Still.
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