Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1773

He took a glance and found no abnormality; then he asked Sarah aside, “Any idea when we'll have the antidote ready?”

“If we're lucky, three months. If not, it could take up to six,” Sarah glanced at the monitors, her brow furrowed in concentration as

the data danced before her eyes.

Fitch asked in concern, "Is there a problem?"

"No. Could you just handthat vial, please? I want to run schecks."

Almost reflexively, he reached for the bottle she was pointing at. Inside was a green liquid. He saw that Sarah moved to another

terminal, and the vial in his hand unexpectedly exploded.

He was unharmed, but his nose wrinkled at the acrid smell that filled the air. He glanced down at the shards in his hand and then

looked up, his vision blurring.

Sarah walked over, helping him lie down as she peeled his eyelids back for a quick examination. Turning to the person beside her,

she said, "We're good to go."

figure removed their protective helmet,

grabbed a syringe from nearby and administered a shot into Fitch's arm. Together with Sarah, they shifted

adjacent empty bed.

the central monitor, as the system ran diagnostics. There was

screen.

Match

he had his eye on this physical specimen for

impassive faces, Sarah

checks out,

"Understood."

her gaze lingered on Fitch with an unmistakable yearning. She was

that made her want to abandon everything. She could spend her life just watching him, even if

a coma forever.

the syringe spread through Fitch's body, his world began to swirl

around him but couldn't make

with Bernard, confirming that the preparations were

stroking it gently before

in the gaps in our data. What's the success rate

"Seventy percent."

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