The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2474

"Mr. Bailiff." The medical staff bowed immediately, their posture rigid with deference.

Everyone in the base knew of Clarice and Jace-the ones who held authority and dictated the rules. To others, they were untouchable, standing at the very pinnacle of power.

None of them truly understood the purpose of this place. They lived in ignorance, unaware that beyond their world existed forces even greater, masters even more formidable.

"How has she been these past few days?" Jace asked, his face unreadable.

"She has shown some signs of rejection, but so far, there is no sign of organ failure. It's truly surprising. She appears delicate, yet her body is unexpectedly resilient, stronger than many men."

The medic let out a mirthless chuckle. "But today is the fourth injection. Who knows if she will survive? Last month, four test subjects did not make it past the fourth dose. They were taken straight to the incinerator for disposal."

Jace's jaw clenched. A shadow passed over his sharp features. When he spoke, his voice was low, rough, edged with something dangerous. "I told you before. She must be kept alive. She has a purpose."

His gaze darkened. "If you keep pushing her like this, she won't last much longer."

The medic hesitated. "But Dr. Amaryllis instructed us to proceed with standard testing. There were no special arrangements—"

pressed his lips into a thin line. In an instant, he understood Clarice's cruel

for two reasons. First, because it was a place no one would think to search, and second,

Clarice was no fool. She knew Grant did

the experiment, it would simply mean she was too weak. A fitting end for someone like her. Grant

then extended his hand. "Give me the drug. I will administer it myself. You

he seized the medicine box from the medic's

ultimately said nothing,

pushed open the heavy door, stepping into the dimly lit space. The door clicked shut behind him. He locked

He flicked on a single overhead lamp.

Yvonne lay motionless, her figure frail

she heard footsteps, a violent tremor seized

wracked with an agony so deep

me." His deep voice cut through the suffocating silence. His broad shoulders blocked the surveillance

throat. With all the strength she had left, her skeletal fingers clutched weakly at the hem of

parted. Her voice was so hoarse and broken that it barely formed words.

tore through his chest, shaking him to the core. His fingers

much pain and suffering. But the moment she saw him, her fragile walls crumbled. Her tears broke free, streaming down her