Chapter 132

Chapter 132:

He worried Rylie might take them seriously. But there was no space between them for half-truths.

“Deandre, he’s lying to you,” Rylie said, patting her brother’s arm and pointing to the cluttered lab bench. “I was mixing a formula for him. I’m treating Mr. Morgan’s illness, and I told him to soak in the ice bucket. That’s all p>

Only then did Deandre notice Rylie’s lab coat, hanging loosely like a prop. She was still a university student. Sure, she had helped Rory with Felix’s tumor surgery, but Brad’s case was on another level.

Deandre looked at her seriously. “Rylie, stop lying. My team already analyzed Brad’s condition. We couldn’t treat him. How can you? You’re still a student. You want to date? Fine, I’ll protect you. But marriage is off the table p>

He continued, “Even if Brad dies and leaves you a fortune, we don’t need his money. You can’t throw away your future like this p>

Rylie let out a breath. “I’m not playing around, Deandre. What will make you believe me p>

Deandre’s tone deepened. “Any drug used on Brad needs rounds of research and trials. You’ve been busy with school and parties. When did you have time to develop a cure? And trials need donors and high-level approval. You don’t even have a license. How could you do all that p>

Rylie paused. By her official identity, she didn’t have a license. But on the dark web, as the Healing Hand, she did. Telling him that would only make things worse.

At that moment, Brad stepped in. “Trust her. She’s already injected the medication p>

Deandre blinked. “Injected? Was it tested p>

“No. He’s my test subject,” Rylie answered.

The words stunned Deandre. Rylie braced for his anger—she had clearly broken the rules. But instead of scolding, Deandre went silent. He seemed lost in thought.

Then he looked at Brad and said solemnly, “Whatever she’s done, I’ll take the blame. If you still have a conscience, don’t let her carry the weight when you’re gone p>

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Rylie was taken aback. Her brother was willing to take the fall for her. Her voice softened. “Deandre, Mr. Sean Morgan knows that I want Mr. Morgan to be my patient, and he gave his permission. If you’re still unsure, call him. Ask directly. Then you’ll know if I’m telling the truth p>

Her tone was steady and sincere. There was no sign of a lie.

Deandre hesitated. He didn’t know what to believe anymore. Brad, now dressed, spoke calmly. “I’ll head back. My father will talk to Mr. Kendrick Owen soon. As for my illness, it’s in fate’s hands. No matter what happens, Rylie won’t be dragged into it p>

Brad had always been known for his honesty, especially when the matter was serious. Deandre, though initially skeptical, was beginning to come around.

Rylie motioned for Deandre to follow her to the bench. The surface was covered in her tightly packed notes, all carefully arranged and easy to follow. She handed them over without hesitation. “These are the details of my experiments. Go ahead and look through them. Ask me if anything’s unclear p>

He gave the stack a nod before finally taking it. “Alright. I’ll read them later p>

Brad glanced at the clock. “It’s getting late. Let’s go grab something to eat p>