Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 268: Sacrifice for the Cause of Human Evolution

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Sacrifice for the Cause of Human Evolution

"What? Your own cousin?" Nathan Fletcher looked astounded.

Nathan Fletcher had never even dreamt that the girl he once liked was actually his relative.

Looking at Serena Summers’ back, Nathan Fletcher felt the situation was utterly absurd.

It took a long time before he managed to force a smile more painful than tears, coming to terms with this reality.

After the three of them arrived at the hospital, Serena Summers asked in a low voice, "Which room is your brother in? Take me to see him."

Before Nathan Fletcher could speak, Claire Lane stared at her warily, "What do you want? I warn you, Lucas is very weak now and not fit to see anyone. No matter what you’re planning, I won’t let you see him."

Serena Summers sighed and explained, "Even if you stop me now, Dean Carter will bring me here tomorrow anyway. If it weren’t for hearing you mention this tonight, I couldn’t be bothered to intervene."

"What do you mean? How could Dean Carter possibly let you come?" Claire Lane said skeptically.

"I’m the head of research of Group Three; there’s nothing strange about that, right?" Serena Summers chuckled lightly, seeing their confused looks, she elaborated, "Dean Carter called me over because my husband, Lucas Shaw, was kidnapped seventeen years ago too. He managed to escape by luck, but he also contracted a strange poison."

Finally understanding, Claire Lane and Nathan Fletcher exchanged a glance, a glint of light flashing in their eyes.

"You mean, Mr. Lucas Shaw and Lucas were poisoned with the same substance?"

"I’m not sure." Serena Summers looked around and spoke in a hushed tone, "This isn’t the place to talk."

Claire Lane and Nathan Fletcher quickly led her upstairs.

Old Master Lane and Lucas Fletcher were staying in the same hospital, on the same floor, in adjacent rooms.

Outside the VIP ward, bodyguards stood guard; Nathan Fletcher and Claire Lane brought Serena Summers inside.

Claire Lane looked at Serena Summers with complex eyes, "You better not be lying, or I won’t let you off!"

Serena Summers didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the child lying on the hospital bed.

The boy lay on the bed quietly with his eyes closed, frail and thin, unable to fill out his patient’s attire.

The skin exposed outside was barely without blemish; there were many small scars on his face, and purplish bruises on his forehead.

Even his lips sported contusions.

A pair of tiny hands laid outside the covers, so skinny they seemed to be just skin over bone, as if they would break upon bending.

Serena Summers looked at him, and suddenly, fragmented images flashed through her mind.

It was seventeen years ago, the scene she saw in the laboratory.

Children around Lucas Fletcher’s age lying on experimental beds, subjected to injections by tall men.

Those children were treated as lab rats, their torment labeled as a "sacrifice for the cause of human evolution."

In fact, she hoped the child was affected by some common poison because she endured that kind of poison for an entire seventeen years.

The pain when the poison flared was almost unbearable for a child.

If not for her own dulled pain receptors, she would have been tormented to the point of desiring death.

The hands by Serena Summers’ sides slowly clenched into fists, her back stiffened as if a cold breeze had blown over her, walking step by step to the bedside and sitting down.

She gently pulled the boy’s hand to check his pulse.

Watching Serena Summers’ somber expression, Claire Lane and Nathan Fletcher’s nerves also tensed, their eyes not daring to blink, nor did they dare to speak and disturb Serena Summers.

It had only been three minutes, yet it felt like an eternity to them.

Serena Summers lowered her gaze, her heart sinking, gently placing Lucas Fletcher’s hand back, and thoughtfully adjusted the corner of his blanket for him.

"How is it?" Claire Lane and Nathan Fletcher looked anxiously at Serena Summers, waiting for her answer.

Seeing Serena Summers’ grim face, her heart sank too.

It was a desperate move, insisting on believing in Serena Summers.

"Indeed, he has been poisoned." Serena Summers sighed silently in her heart, then looked at them seriously, "Where did you find him?"

"He was found near the trash bin of a residential building not far from this courtyard." Mentioning this made Nathan’s anger uncontrollable, bursting forth, and even Claire Lane’s face turned extremely ugly.

The little master of the Fletcher Family, who had been pampered since childhood, could make hearts ache with the slightest bump or bruise. When had he ever suffered such an indignity?

"Don’t let me catch those people! Otherwise, I swear I’ll slaughter them."

Claire Lane spoke through gritted teeth, her voice tinged with a sob.

Serena Summers didn’t respond, but her heart felt as if it was blocked by a huge stone, uncomfortably heavy.

She didn’t tell them that the poison in Lucas’s body was indeed the same as the one Lucas Shaw had been afflicted with before.

Except, the potency was even stronger.

It was a miracle he was still alive.

At that moment, the boy lying unconscious on the bed suddenly moved, his brow furrowing tightly, his hands hidden under the covers clutched the sheets tightly, moaning in agony.

His eyes opened suddenly, the white and black of his eyes now a crimson red.

The pain caused his body, lying flat on the bed, to curl up. A child just over three years old, not yet knowing how to endure, cried out as soon as he felt the pain.

Tears fell uncontrollably, and his crying instantly filled the entire ward.

Lucas Fletcher and Claire Lane rushed to the bedside, looking towards Serena Summers helplessly, "What’s happening? What’s going on? Is it the poison acting up?"

"I’ll call the doctor."

Serena Summers quickly took out a painkiller from her bag and fed it to Lucas.

The pill dissolved instantly upon entering his mouth, and the effect was quick.

In just a moment, his crying had significantly weakened.

But his complexion remained as pale as paper, his eye sockets were red from crying, and tears still hung at the corners of his eyes.

He intermittently trembled, reaching out to Claire Lane.

Claire Lane hurriedly embraced him, her own tears flowing uncontrollably.

"It’s okay, it’s okay... Lucas, you’ll definitely be fine!"

Claire Lane usually behaved straightforwardly, proud and strong, and rarely showed such vulnerability.

Serena Summers pursed her lips, then took out a silver needle from her bag.

After Lucas’s emotions had slowly calmed down, she spoke, "If you trust me, I can use acupuncture to temporarily prevent the poison in his body from spreading further."

"Such a long needle... You’re not joking with me, are you?" Claire Lane was frightened when she saw a silver needle longer than a finger being taken out of Serena Summers’ bag.

Her reaction caused Serena Summers to barely hold back a laugh, "Please, don’t doubt my professional skills, OK?"

Claire Lane sheepishly let go of Lucas but watched Serena Summers intently, constantly on guard.

As it turned out, she worried too much.

Serena Summers was extremely professional and skilled in her technique, decisively performing each action without any delay.

Lucas, who had been frowning and bearing the pain, gradually calmed down. His brow relaxed, and he fell back into unconsciousness.

However, just as the last needle was inserted, the door was suddenly pushed open.

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