Chapter: 1891

"I'm not afraid of the word, Brody. You can say it," Jonathan responded with a faint smile. His expression softened as he glanced at Bethany. "As long as it brings us the antidote."

If anything happened to Bethany, it would be like death for him.

After ending the call, Jonathan returned to the bedside, gently pulling Bethany into his arms.

Sensing his presence, Bethany slowly opened her eyes, still half-asleep. “Are you done working?"

"Yes," Jonathan replied, brushing his hand through her hair. “Were you waiting for me?"