Chapter: 1744

Initially, she thought handing over the antidote would get Bethany out of this tangled mess. But Bethany's stubborn refusal had only swung the advantage right back into her hands.

Bethany stirred from her restless sleep, her face scrunching in discomfort as the sterile hospital smell invaded her senses.

Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she noticed was the faint, rhythmic clicking of fingers on a keyboard.

Curious, she shifted slightly, craning her neck toward the sound.

There, seated beside the hospital bed, was Jonathan, absorbed in his work. His posture was tense, shoulders hunched as he typed, handling the seemingly endless affairs of the company.