"It was a critical situation, Mr. Greene," Sean said. "That young woman appeared reliable, so I allowed her to step in and help."
He struggled to get each word out.
The attending physician came forward and supported Sean's explanation. "Mr. Greene, your condition was critical. If she hadn't acted right away, you wouldn't have made it through the night."
Nolan's face only grew colder. "Find her and bring her to me before the hour is over."
Sean had no idea what his boss planned to do with the young woman. He immediately stood straight and followed the order. "I'll take care of it, sir."
Once Sean had left, Nolan turned a cold stare toward the doctor who remained inside the room. He lowered his voice to a threatening tone. "According to your reasoning, I'm supposed to wake up each morning and assume it could be my last day?"
He had escaped death this time, but there was no guarantee that he would survive the next attack.
Knowing that death could come for him without warning ate away at his mind. He couldn't allow uncertainty to take control of his life.
"Mr. Greene, no treatment currently available can repair this type of DNA damage," the doctor explained quickly as he tried to calm him. "However, we've heard reports about a certain Dr. C from the Nebula Bio-Institute. According to those rumors, the Institute is developing a serum that can repair damaged genes, and the research team has already achieved an important breakthrough. We're reaching out to every contact we have so we can get in touch with them!"
Naturally, Nolan had already heard about the mysterious Dr. C. He had spent several months searching for the doctor, but every lead had gone nowhere.
The Nebula Bio-Institute kept everything hidden from the public, and Dr. C was one of its most secretive core members. No one outside the institute even knew whether the doctor was a man or a woman.
With a brief motion of his hand, Nolan ordered everyone to leave.
As soon as the door closed, he rushed toward the bathroom. Once he reached the mirror, he stopped and carefully examined his reflection.
He opened his shirt and inspected his chest before checking his lower abdomen.
Although he had drifted in and out of consciousness last night, he could still remember every touch clearly.
Something about her touch had drawn him in completely. As soon as she placed her hands on him, a powerful desire had swept through his body. His throat had turned dry, and rather than asking her to stop, he had wanted her to keep touching him.
He had never felt anything like it before. Even now, a soft and pleasant feeling continued to move through his body.
Her touch wasn't the only thing that had caught his attention. She matched everything he wanted in a woman, and even her scent had appealed to him. The instant he saw her, he had wanted to make her his.
At that moment, a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He refused to waste another day trapped in this damned arranged marriage.
Nolan usually remained calm and distant whenever he handled business matters. However, he sounded almost out of control when he called his divorce lawyer. "Get her to sign a new divorce agreement immediately."
After ending the call, he took a quick shower and asked one of his bodyguards to bring him a new suit.
Once he had showered and dressed in the spotless suit, he sat on the bed. Then he waited for Sean to bring back the woman from last night.
However, an hour passed before Sean finally came back alone.
"Mr. Greene, my team searched every hospital across the city, but none of them had any record of her," he said. "To make things worse, the surveillance system at Zenith Lounge stopped working. All the recordings from last night disappeared, and no one could recover them. Without that footage, we don't have any way to find her."
Nolan's face turned cold, and the entire room fell silent.
Sean stood completely still because he was too afraid to make even the slightest movement.
After a full minute of silence, Nolan forced three words through his clenched teeth. "Don't stop searching."
Claire remained asleep until four that afternoon.
She only woke up after the household staff knocked on her door. If they hadn't disturbed her, she would have continued sleeping.
The serum's side effects had temporarily thrown off her circadian rhythm. As a result, her normal sleep and waking cycle had become severely disturbed.
Throughout the day, her metabolism worked at a slower pace. Her body felt weak and heavy, and she stayed tired and sleepy for hours.
Once night came, her metabolism became much more active. Her energy also reached its highest point, so she felt wide awake and ready to do anything.
This reversed pattern between her days and nights would continue for a while.
Claire still couldn't see clearly when she opened the door. Lucy Carter, a servant, stood in the hallway beside Hugh Finch, the butler. Both of them appeared extremely concerned.
"Mrs. Bennett, you've been asleep since seven last night. Twenty-one hours have already passed. Are you feeling all right?" Lucy said.
"Would you like me to contact a doctor?" Hugh added.
Since she couldn't reveal the real reason, Claire gave them a simple excuse. "I'm okay. I just enjoy sleeping for a long time."
Lucy and Hugh stared at her in complete shock. Neither of them had ever met someone who could sleep for so many hours.
"You must be extremely hungry by now. Please come downstairs and have something to eat," Lucy finally said.
"All right," Claire replied.
Without changing out of her pajamas, she headed downstairs.
Her slippers hardly rose from the floor as she slowly dragged her feet forward. She looked messy and completely drained.
Shortly after four that afternoon, Claire already felt much better than she would have earlier in the day. If she had woken up in the morning, her condition would have been much worse.
Her energy dropped to its lowest point at noon before reaching its highest level at midnight. This same pattern repeated itself every day.
When Claire reached the foot of the stairs, she released a long and tired yawn.
Before she could finish yawning, the lawyer entered. "Mrs. Bennett, my client sent me here so you can review and sign a divorce agreement..."
