Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 1167

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.

Back when Charlotte herself was undergoing the treatment, she had fallen into a deep coma. However, Zachary had not.

He was undergoing the treatment while fully conscious. He was not even given any anesthetics in order to protect his brain from any damage.

For the past six months, he had been treated like a test subject; he was poked and prodded all over his body daily.

pain and discomfort, but he tolerated

that he was able to hold

felt a little stronger and he

take her children to F Nation for their safety,” Ben said

finds Arkfield, they will

hand. He had just gotten off a phone call with Charlotte and the children and he still felt their presence all

ask Bruce to go

laboriously. Every word felt painful. “Get him to report back to

nodded and left

his bedside advised gently. “You shouldn't even have been allowed to make that phone call today. Any instability,

die so easily...” Zachary whispered as he slipped into unconsciousness. The silhouette of Charlotte appeared in

beatific smile as if she was

him alive. He chanted repeatedly to himself, “You must endure. You must live on. You must

looking at Zachary's face, all twisted up in pain. He had always thought of Zachary as an