Semua Bab The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Bab 441 - Bab 450

Adriana hesitated for a moment. Recalling what Anna had said during her last visit to the sanatorium, she ultimately put her phone down and did not dial the number.She would stay and accompany Bella through her hospitalization. If Chris really came back, she would definitely see him then.She had arrived empty-handed, so she went downstairs to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities.That night, Bianca called her via video.The screen lit up, and Bianca's face filled the frame, very close to the camera. "Adriana, are you in the hospital? Are you sick?"Francesco was sitting beside her. Hearing this, he looked up, his gaze brushing lightly over the screen.Behind Adriana, the white walls and hospital bed were clearly visible."Bianca, I'm not sick. Bella isn't feeling well, so she needs to stay in the hospital for observation for two days," Adriana explained with a small smile, warmth rising in her heart.Hearing her name, Bella immediately leaned into the frame and waved

Adriana tightened her grip on her phone, waiting for a response.If nothing serious had happened, Alex would likely allow her to see Chris—unless Chris himself did not want to see her.Chris did not reply immediately. Instead, he lowered his gaze and looked at his own thin, almost skeletal wrist.After a moment, he handed the phone back to Alex."Let her wait a little longer. I look like I'm half-dead right now. I'm afraid I'll scare her."Alex glanced at him and took the phone, typing a line on the screen."Fine. I'll work on getting you stabilized first. After all that self-destruction in the sanatorium, you finally know regret."Chris closed his eyes.A broken body, a broken soul, and the torment of being alone—it was enough to strip anyone of their will to live.Now that Adriana had divorced Francesco, he had something to hold on to again. And because of that, he no longer dared to die so easily.Alex: [Chris is fine. I'll arrange for you to see him in a few days.]This

The screen on both ends fell into a deathly silence, broken only by Bianca's oblivious, expectant expression.It was Chris who spoke first, his tone cool and detached. "Francesco, long time no see."Francesco lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping across the screen with a chill."I was originally planning to attend your funeral. Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer."Chris turned his head slightly toward the woman beside him—Adriana—and a faint smile curved his lips."I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Francesco. I can't bear to leave Adriana behind."Francesco let out a cold snort. "Chris, are you having a burst of clarity before death? Your mind's already going fuzzy."Seeing the tension rising sharply between them, Adriana quickly stepped in to interrupt."Bianca, I'm going to hang up now. We'll talk tomorrow."She ended the call and turned her gaze back to Chris."Don't take what Francesco said to heart. You're definitely going to live a long life."Chris nodded

Mars had noticed that during this period, Francesco's temper had grown increasingly volatile. The people under him lived in constant fear, barely daring to breathe.Not only was his mood unpredictable, but his appetite had also shrunk. He smoked cigarette after cigarette, one right after another.The medication he once used for headaches—at most one pill a day—now required two or three just to keep the pain under control.Mars didn't know what had happened, and he didn't dare ask directly. With Francesco's personality, even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer.He vaguely suspected it had something to do with Adriana. After all, these symptoms had started only after she left.Thinking of this, he indirectly tried to get information from Bianca."Bianca, when you've been video calling Adriana recently, is the boss there?""At first, he was there every time.""And later?""Later, he stopped coming.""When did he stop showing up?""The day Chris got sick."Mars' eyes widened

The next day, Adriana officially joined the laboratory at Sanctity as a specially appointed expert.She did not need to follow the usual employee routines—her only responsibility was to focus entirely on experiments.Oliver placed a cup of coffee beside her. "Adriana, how does it feel to be back?""Thank you." Adriana took a sip. "It still feels like the lab is the quietest place."These machines would not bark orders in her ear—no "this isn't allowed," no "do that instead," no arbitrary hierarchies dividing researchers into ranks.They treated everyone equally, spoke only through data, and would never deceive her with falsified results.Oliver lowered his gaze, briefly resting on a strand of hair near her ear."Are you free tonight? My eldest sister wants to treat you to dinner."Adriana frowned slightly. "Is that appropriate? Your sister is now the head of the Sanctity Group—she's technically my superior. If anything, I should be the one treating her."She did not know Olive