Chapter 611


    Chapter 611 You Might as Well Kill Me


    On the other hand, Waylen had been in theboratory for several days and felt like he was starting to


    smell. So, he organized his work and returned home to shower and change his clothes.


    Halfway through the drive, he was aware of someone following him from behind.


    Waylen nced through the rearview mirror and kept the car at a steady speed.


    After driving for a while, he took advantage of the other person’s inattention and quickly found an exit to


    get off the highway.


    When he got under the bridge, Waylen parked his car on the side of the road. Seeing that the car


    following him had disappeared, he whistled proudly. Then, he traveled half a city and arrived home.


    After parking the car in the underground garage, he alighted from the vehicle leisurely with the key, but


    he couldn’t move his legs after barely two steps.


    Jonathan, who was standing not far away, smiled at him.


    Waylen was stunned.


    Quickly, he turned around in eagerness to return to the car, only to discover that someone had also


    been standing behind him at some point.


    Waylen flicked his hair and clicked his tongue. “I never thought I’d have such a day. Whom do you work


    for? Have you investigated who I am beforeing here to ambush me?”


    Jonathan stated, “We just want to ask you something, Mr. Woodley.”


    “Why do you need to bring in so many people to talk? You could have just waited for me at home


    instead of making me take a huge turn to get home.”


    Jonathan maintained his smile. “Well, our people were just following you to ensure your safety. We


    didn’t expect you to run so suddenly.”


    Waylen leaned against the car, feeling no nervousness despite the situation. “Just tell me what you


    want to ask. I need to hear it before deciding whether or not to answer.”


    Jonathan didn’t say anything and took a step to the side.


    In the next second, a tall figure appeared in Waylen’s sight and stared at him with unemotional ck


    eyes.


    Waylen was surprised by Aidan’s appearance.


    At this point, he really wanted to run away.


    Aidan’s voice was cold. “Are you nning to talk here?”


    Waylen immediately straightened up. “Please follow me.”


    In the elevator, he stood by the door, feeling restrained. Jonathan was standing next to Waylen while


    Aidan leaned against the carriage at the back.


    The elevator was brimming with a frigid atmosphere.


    Waylen started to regret, wondering why he even bothered to head home to shower and change


    clothes because he felt a little dirty and smelly as a man.


    Great. Now I’m being caught red-handed, he thought.


    He couldn’t express his grievances aloud.


    A deathly silence spread throughout the


    Ding! The elevator door opened.


    Waylen didn’t move for a moment.


    With long strides, Aidan stepped out.


    Waylen couldn’t help but wonder, Please


    A few secondster, Aidan stopped in front of the door.


    As expected, he knew where Waylen lived.


    Waylen coughed and walked over to press his fingerprint to open the door.


    After the door opened, he walked straight inside. “Feel free to sit. No need to be courteous.”


    Just as he was about to press the button to contact L through the hidden cab, Jonathan


    appeared in front of him with a smile. “Mr. Woodley, please have a seat, too.”


    Waylen gave up struggling.


    He sat opposite Aidan, visibly uneasy.


    Aidan crossed his long legs. There was an overwhelming sense of pressure, with him raising his eyes


    to look at Waylen.


    Waylen changed his posture. “You guys want


    At that, Jonathan was speechless.


    That wasn’t what he said back at the garage, right? Jonathan wondered.


    Aidan slowly spoke, “The child’s condition.” His tone was neither cold nor warm.


    “This… I have already told Miss McKinney about this in detail. Didn’t she tell you?” Waylen asked.


    “I want to hear it from you personally.”


    Since Waylen couldn’t win Aidan in a fight, he could only yield and repeat what he told Leanna two


    days ago.


    Aidan leaned back on the couch with the same expression as earlier.


    After Waylen finished exining, he continued, “We are currently developing a treatment n. The


    situation isplicated, and you can’t visit the child because theboratory does not allow outsiders in.


    But I send Miss McKinney pictures of the child every day. She… should have told you, right?”


    Aidan didn’t answer but asked, “How long will the treatment take?”


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    Waylen replied, “Well… it’s not confirmed, as the treatment n hasn’t been decided.”


    “Is two years enough time?”


    Waylen shook his head. “His symptoms are more severe than the previous child. That’s why we didn’t


    follow the same treatment n as before. I can’t promise anything else, but two years is simply


    impossible. It could take five years, ten years, or even longer.”


    Aidan pursed his thin lips, and his face became colder than before.


    He couldn’t express his grievances aloud.


    A deathly silence spread throughout the elevator, and as the air grew thinner and thinner…


    Waylen hurriedly added, “There is also a probability point yet, but if we do, a miracle might happen.”


    Aidan looked at him. “What do you mean by more severe symptoms?”


    After hearing this, Waylen’s expression darkened with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “Someone modified


    the nutrient injection’s basis, which led to… the worsening of symptoms after injection.”


    “Only people from yourb could have ess to this data.”


    “Well… Although that’s what it seems like, all the data and rted information were destroyed two


    years ago. There are so many people in theboratory, and everyone has a certain reputation in the


    medical field. Without evidence, it’s not good to suspect others.”


    Aidan did not speak and merely looked at him expressionlessly.


    Under Aidan’s gaze, Waylen felt a bit guilty and averted his eyes.


    After a moment, Aidan spoke again, “The second thing I’d like to know is the specific time of the


    Woodleys’ family gathering.”


    “I’m unsure if it’s appropriate to tell you this.”


    Aidan replied, “I doubt you have the guts to answer some of my questions.”


    Waylen said, “Even if I tell you the specific time, you can’t get in.”


    “But you can get in,” Aidan said.


    Waylen was puzzled by Aidan’s response.


    Aidan exined, “The third thing is to take us inside.”


    Waylen stood up and firmly refused, “This is going a little too far. You might as well kill me to get it over


    with.”


    “Is that so?”


    Aidan looked at Jonathan, who nodded and waved his hand. Immediately, several bodyguards


    approached.


    Sitting back down quickly, Waylen said seriously, “After careful consideration, I believe this matter can


    be discussed. So, let’s talk about the specific n.”


    Aidan smiled and looked at Waylen as if he was looking at a fool.


    Waylen closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “Next weekend, at the Woodley


    Family Estate.”


    “Who will be attending?” Aidan asked.


    “All of the Woodleys. But it’s not a very interesting gathering; the older ones will be putting on airs while


    the younger ones will just be on pins and needles.”


    Aidan tapped his fingers lightly on the couch armrest and asked calmly, “Will L be there?”


    Waylen nodded. “He’s the current head of the Woodley Family. Even if he doesn’t want to go, the


    elders will drag him there by the nose.”


    Aidan asked, “What’s the main purpose of the gathering?”


    “Ancestor worship.”