Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 453

Elliot remained calm as if the news was not directed at him.

“So, you’re saying that if the virus isn’t well suppressed, I might suddenly die one day?” Elliot asked, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Yosef lowered his head, not providing a direct answer, seemingly implying an affirmative response.

Elliot fell into silence. He had assumed that with the suppressant, his body would be fine for decades at least. If he had known it would be like this, he might have preferred Sheena not knowing he was still alive, sparing her from the future pain of his death.

Lionel could not hold back in the heavy atmosphere and silently shed tears while standing on the side.

Hearing the sobbing, Elliot glanced at him, asking, “Why are you crying? I’m not dead yet.”

“I–I just think…” Lionel began, finding it hard to articulate his pity for Elliot.

Elliot was not even thirty years old, yet he would have to endure constant pain and live his days in constant worry!

It was too tragic!

Scratching his head awkwardly, Yosef interrupted, “It’s not that bad, really. I’m just saying ‘if‘. Based on the current situation, as long as he cooperates with the treatment and maintains good immunity, my suppressant should at least keep Elliot going for another twenty years.”

sad and asked, “And what will happen after those

years, who knows? I might have developed the cure long before then. Elliot could live

cure,

wipe his nose, looking a little annoyed. “Stop with the suspense and tell us everything at once next time! You scared the hell out of us!” Yosef chuckled, giving Elliot another injection to reinforce the suppressant’s effect. He then

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Elliot to restrain his instincts until his injuries fully healed, emphasizing no more intense activities in

his mind seemed elsewhere, not fully attentive.

lab, it was almost time for Sheena to get off work. Elliot

Group when Corey, clad in a dark aviation uniform, approached with a cold and menacing expression.

accompanied him, and both seemed

had hurried over straight from the airport, and their

politely greeted, “Hello, Mr. Corey

Corey ignored the pleasantries and headed straight for Elliot.

good terms. Elliot suppressed any hint of

pulling out a gun and aiming it at his head, a menacing

exclaimed, “Mr.

Mr.

hands casually inserted into his suit pockets,

Corey, brimming