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.

fetch her, but she refused to come

burying herself in the work gave her even a sliver of peace, he would let her

someone like him. who could endure almost anything, was

visited, but she definitely knew how he

from witnessing that side of

even know he had this kind of cowardice

what’s the current situation?” asked

laid it out–his symptoms, how

visibly shaken and

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for years. When had he ever suffered like

had dared to touch him must’ve

Bierceans

skin them alive,” Mateo snarled,

immediately stood up. “I’m going back

kill him,” Johnathan said.

gave a firm

he left, Maddox couldn’t sit still either. Adjusting his glasses,

some connections overseas. I’ll ask around–see if anyone recognizes

with that, he stepped outside to start making

dove into their own

his friends dropped everything to help him

the dark web–hoping someone

than his screen lit

“Son of a-!”

Mateo had just made had been

address they’d used had already