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.”

what will happen after those

knows? I might have developed the cure long before then. Elliot

hope for a possible cure, the mood in the room gradually

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 prescribed medicines to aid

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injuries fully healed, emphasizing

his mind seemed elsewhere, not fully attentive.

the lab, it was almost time for Sheena

to return to his car to pick her up from the Angle Group when Corey, clad in a dark aviation uniform, approached with a cold and

wife, Barbara Lawson, also accompanied him, and both

appeared they had hurried over straight from the airport, and their expressions hinted

Mr. Corey and Mrs. Barbara.”

the

maintain good terms. Elliot suppressed any hint of surprise, asking,

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

bewildered, exclaimed,

Mr.

his hands casually inserted into his suit pockets, he calmly met Corey’s gaze, saying, “What’s the meaning of

Corey, brimming