Chapter 1755


    Cf course, this news would not have reached me if they did not n to consider Sebastian''s conditions. The Reid family only wanted me to live a


    longer life. For such a risk, they did not bother to think twice.


    "Hendrix," I called out as I nced at him and shook my head heavily, begging with my eyes. "No."


    Hendrix was quiet and he pursed his lips tightly, a faint expression painted across his face. I could not tell if he could see my intentions just through


    my eyes. After a long pause, he turned to face Charles and responded, "I agree with Arianna. It is not a good thing to be subjected to others.


    Sebastian is greedy. Even if we hand over the agreement, we might not receive the antidote in return. I have contacted the world''s most advanced


    medical team and invested a lot of money in the research for the antidote. I believe that there will be good news soon."


    "Hmm?" I was a little confused and I cried out, "Why didn''t you tell me about this?"


    "I did," Hendrix replied, with a rejecting look. "I told you that you can believe in me, that I would never let you die.”


    I was taken aback by his stare. Indeed, even after learning that I was terminally ill, I had been constantly telling everyone not to worry. However, deep


    down, the fear of sudden death swallowed my heart. I was mentally preparing myself to die at any moment.


    Not for any other reason, but because I knew Sebastian''s ruthlessness.


    Before I could speak up, Hendrix''s tone intensified sternly as he asked, "Or is it that you''re trying to be a martyr and refuse to be a burden to us? You


    want us to achieve ‘peace’ by dying in this manner which you call dignified?"


    My heart sank, and I struggled to find any words to respond as my eyebrows furrowed. What he cared about was not whether I believed him. He


    thought I wanted to abandon him and seek death.


    Hendrix''s ck pupils stared at me motionlessly; a deep abyss hidden beneath his eyes, ready to drown anything in it


    Aware that there was something troubling with the ambience, Aaron tried to smooth things over, adding, "Well, now that we have a solution, we don''t


    need to worry much about Sebastian. It''s almost time for dinner, let''s go.”


    Hendrix threw him a cold look and said in a spiteful tone, "You still have an appetite after all that we''ve discussed? I don''t think I can, I''ll leave first."


    Without even greeting Charles, he got up with a despondent face and trudged out of the room, not sparing a nce back.


    It took a long time for the people in the room toe back to their senses


    "Why are you both so snappy?" asked Aaron confusingly. "Did you guys get into a fight again?"


    "Huh? Sort of..." I replied as I tightened my lips. It was difficult to exin the whole story.


    A few dayster, Aaron suddenly picked me and Emma up from the mall, saying that he wanted to bring us somewhere.


    The drive took less than five EN


    minutes, and the car was parkediin


    the underground garage of oneZof


    the most dazzling office buildings i in


    the City center.


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    After stepping into the elevator, Emma began to gossip. "You are so mysterious. Where are you taking us?"


    Aaron swung the key in his hand with a smug on his face, but he did not add on to his words.


    Emma''s face flushed with annoyance and I had to calm her down. Finally, the elevator stopped on the 22nd floor.


    Ding!


    As soon asthe doors opened, we -.


    were grested by a well- decorated.”


    front desk and a conspicuous red


    clotthanging on the wall, which


    seemed to be covering a sign.


    As soon as Aaron walked out from the elevator, the youngdy at the front desk greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Reid."


    "Hello." Aaron returned the greeting and nced at our direction. Then, the receptionist came to meet us near the red fabric. "Please,e in."


    After standing still, the samedy picked up a corner of the red cloth and handed it to me. "Miss Reid, here you go,” she offeredN?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    "Open it." Aaron urged.


    In my confusion, I lifted my hand and tore off the material, revealing the storefront sign. It said, "Arianna Law Firm."


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