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.

her,

pushed. If burying herself in the work gave her even

to bear by the hour. Even someone like him. who could endure almost anything, was starting to falter. He didn’t want her

visited, but she definitely knew how he was

if he could keep her from witnessing that side of him–he

had this

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laid it out–his

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years. When had he

to touch him must’ve been

Bierceans

them alive,” Mateo snarled, his temper

“I’m going back to interrogate that

him,” Johnathan said. “We still

gave a firm nod.

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

ask around–see if anyone

he stepped outside to start making

and Maddox both dove into their own

everything to

on the dark web–hoping someone might

spoken than his screen lit up with a notification.

“Son of a-!”

over and saw that the post Mateo had just

address they’d used had already