The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 426: The Pain Beneath the Surface

Chapter 426: The Pain Beneath the Surface

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Just as Sierra had feared, the faint heartache had only been the beginning. By the second day, Johnathan’s body was wracked with unpredictable pain.

Sometimes it was his bones. Sometimes his head. Sometimes it was

his heart again.

Yet every test came back clean. His bloodwork remained unchanged. And still, the fever refused to break.

Experts from all over had gathered at the old Wynn estate–not just there, but from across research institutes and scientific organizations. Still, no one had found anything.

Draven, Mateo, and several others soon arrived.

Though Wayne had locked down the news from spreading publicly, anyone close enough to the Wynn family could figure out what was really going on.

And with their long–standing friendship with Johnathan, Wayne didn’t stop them. Instead, he allowed them to be brought straight to his grandson.

Seeing Johnathan stunned them. In just a few days, he’d become visibly thinner. He looked worse now than when he’d been in that car accident.

Draven, being in the research field himself–even if not in the same specialty–could immediately tell this wasn’t good.

He glanced around the room and asked, “Where’s Sierra?”

Right now, if anyone stood a chance of solving this, it was Sierra.

“In the lab,” Johnathan replied with a trace of helplessness.

Since that night, Sierra hadn’t left. She’d locked herself away, working day and night.

had gone to fetch her, but she refused to come

he hadn’t pushed. If burying herself in the work

was growing harder to bear by the hour. Even someone like him. who could endure almost anything, was starting to falter.

not have visited, but she definitely knew how he was

he could keep her from witnessing that side of

he had this kind of cowardice

situation?” asked Stone

out–his symptoms,

others were visibly shaken and

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for years. When had he ever

to touch him must’ve

Bierceans

me catch them. I’ll skin them alive,” Mateo snarled, his

up. “I’m going back to interrogate that

him,” Johnathan said. “We still need

a firm nod. “Got

sit still either. Adjusting his glasses, he

overseas. I’ll ask

stepped outside to start making

and Maddox both dove into their

how his friends dropped everything to help

put up a bounty on the dark web–hoping someone might sell

sooner had he spoken than his screen lit

“Son of a-!”

saw that the post Mateo had just

they’d used had already been