Chapter 902


    Ryder broke the silence, his voice revealing an unexpected respect for alternative medicine. "Look, I''m


    trained in conventional medicine, but sometimes, those herbal medicine can knock out problems we


    can''t even touch. Dr. Hanson, he saved my life once, and his skills... well, they''re legendary. If he thinks


    he can help Nocturne, then that’s great


    He paused, his expression clouding over. "Truth be told, I''m just feeling beat. After all this time, I still


    can''t crack the form for an effective treatment."


    Agnes rushed to reassure him. "Don''t talk like that, Ryder. I''m so grateful for everything you''ve done.


    You opened a window of hope for Nocturne''s life. Without you, I wouldn''t have had the courage to face


    this disease. Back in Manhattan, your dedication was the light at the end of the tunnel for me. It kept


    me going, Ryder. Please, don''t lose sight of that."


    Her words were heartfelt, each one weighted with sincerity.


    It took Ryder a long while to respond. "Actually, my dream is to pour investments into Starling City, to


    build thergest pharmaceutical research institute domestically. I''ve been acquiringpanies,


    scooping up research facilities... all with the hope that one day, we could find a cure for Nocturne''s


    condition."


    Agnes was stunned.


    She had no idea that his aggressive takeover of the Harmony Hollow project from the Tim Group and


    his acquisitions in the pharmaceutical sector had been driven by this single cause.


    "You''ve done all this... for Nocturne?" she asked, barely able to believe it.


    "Nocturne was just the catalyst," he admitted. "I''ve spent years, given my all to studying this sleeping


    sickness, and I can''t reconcile withing up empty-handed."


    With a sigh, Agnes said, "If you''re still passionate about research, why not return to the Novy Medical


    Team? That''s where your heart truly lies, isn''t it?"


    The concern was evident in her voice.


    Ryder met her gaze. "I''ve realized my own limitations. Medical research, like everything else, needs


    solid financial backing. If I can''t do it alone, I''ll engage the best minds from around the world. It


    increases our chances of sess."


    Agnes looked at him, aplex mix of emotions in her eyes.


    "What is it?" Ryder asked.


    "Nothing, it''s just... For a moment there, I thought I saw Jared Whitfield in you. Ryder, sometimes you


    really do take after your uncle."


    There was a sh of recognition in her eyes – in the way Ryder spoke about capital, his demeanor was


    strikingly simr to that of a seasoned tycoon.


    Agnes thought she might have been mistaken. Maybe Ryder was better suited to the world of business


    than to a life in medicine.


    Ryder''s mouth quirked in a wry smile. "Maybe."


    During the flight, Agnes hardly spoke to Ryder. She was worn out, body and soul, and took the


    opportunity to catch up on some sleep.


    Uponnding, it was Ryder who gently woke her.


    Stepping out of the airport, a sleek car was waiting to whisk Ryder away.


    "Where do you need to go? I can drop you off," he offered.


    Agnes shook her head. "I’m okay, you go ahead. I''ll grab a cab."


    Without asking further, Ryder departed.


    Hailing a taxi, Agnes headed to the TV station. There was a celebrity interview scheduled for the


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    afternoon, and Judson had tapped her for the job.