Charlotte ended the call. She frowned down at the empty black screen of her phone. Her emotions were all over the place, she quickly rearranged her face into a neutral expression and turned her attention back to the children.

Zachary was lying in bed, holding his phone to his chest. His exposed torso was crisscrossed with various tubes.

After about half a month of treatments, he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken in and his entire body looked haggard. It was difficult to look at him in this state.

Zachary had shown no signs of improvement and at this point, no one could be sure whether the treatment was even working as they had hoped.

However, there was no other choice but to be patient and continue with the treatments before any progress could be seen. After all, Zachary had only just started on the treatment.

The doctors had warned them that this sort of treatment could be very arduous treatment and it would take very strong willpower for a patient to go through it.

undergoing the treatment, she had fallen into a deep coma. However, Zachary

conscious. He was not even given any anesthetics in order to protect his brain

like a test subject; he was poked and prodded all over

level of pain and discomfort, but he tolerated it

able to hold

he finally felt a little stronger and

her children to F

Arkfield, they will all

from the pain. He held the phone tightly in one hand. He had just gotten off a phone

I ask Bruce to go over to

lives; just watch over them secretly,” Zachary said slowly and laboriously. Every word felt painful. “Get him to report back to me every day on how

nodded and

much,” the doctor who had been standing by his bedside advised gently. “You shouldn’t even have been allowed to make that phone call today. Any

whispered as he slipped into unconsciousness. The silhouette of Charlotte appeared

a beatific smile as if

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