Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 50 Little one, could you be the antidote for me?

Seeing Lela running downstairs, Sylvester shook his head helplessly.

The little one actually learned to keep him in suspense.

Just as he was about to follow downstairs, his body suddenly experienced a tearing pain, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Sylvester clasped his chest, a metallic taste seemed to surge up his throat, and his body wavered. In the moment when he was about to collapse, Charley rushed over and held onto him. "Brother!"

His tone was filled with urgency, and his gaze was worried and anxious.

Sylvester supported himself with his right hand on the staircase railing and slowly opened his eyes after a while.

Charley's eyes were bloodshot. "Brother, why is this happening? It's only the twenty-first today, why did you have an attack this early in the month?"

From the fifteenth of last month until today, it was more than twenty days ahead, and the intervals between his attacks were becoming shorter...

Both of them inherited a genetic disease from their mother's clan. Every month on the fifteenth when the moon was full, without exception, they would suffer from extreme pain all over their bodies, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at them, and they would cough up blood.

It was unbearable to even just bear a little bit of it.

Unavoidably, he felt blood rushing to his nose, just like that last time.

But the last time, it was due to an external force, combined with his eagerness to forget taking his medication before the competition, which triggered the onset of his condition.

this time, he hadn't completely lost consciousness after being hit. With the little remaining awareness he had, he managed to reach for his medication and swallow it before passing

despite taking the medication, Charley later wondered if maybe the urgent situation prevented him from swallowing

on the other hand, had no apparent reason to fall ill prematurely. How could his condition worsen so many days

me to my room," Sylvester struggled to say,

and assisted Sylvester into the

onto the sofa, his face

suppressing the bitter sweetness in his throat. After a moment, he smiled wryly and said, "It's not advancing,

Charley couldn't

advance as they grew older, just like their mother. It started happening at the end of the month, then midway, and eventually shortened to every three days. The doctors the Sylvesters secretly consulted were all

What did he mean by delaying? It

eyes turned bloodshot, tears threatening to spill at any

hallucinations occurred,

lost him, there would be no reason

then took out a vial of the pure five-milliliter injection from his pocket and waved it in

the medication, inspecting it repeatedly, and finally exclaimed

"Why haven't you

illness, Charley remembered that after his brother disappeared for three years, he returned and summoned this group of doctors to establish

a medication that could temporarily

a lifelong cure seemed

chuckled lightly and drank

And then silence fell.