NovelXXXChapter 630 Hastings glanced toward the hospital room, desperation etched across his face. "Mr. Carmichael, please could I stay?" The thought of not being allowed to remain by Citrine's side was unbearable. Even so, he clung to a shred of hope and pleaded with Raymond.
Raymond shot him a cold, withering look. "Get out. Citrine can't stand you. Seeing you would only upset her." Hastings had bullied Citrine enough in the past-Raymond remembered every incident.
Raymond didn't realize how his words nearly shattered Hastings, leaving him breathless with pain.
When no one moved, Nathanael surveyed the group, then calmly took out his phone and dialed security. "Send someone up. Get these men out of here." With that, Nathanael gently took Raymond's arm and guided him back into the hospital room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe shut the door behind them and began clearing the cluster of people away from Citrine's bedside. "Could everyone give us sspace, please?" Raymond's eyes lit up with hope. "Doctor, is there a chance? Can Citrine be saved?" Everyone stepped back at once, all eyes fixed expectantly on Nathanael, hanging on his every word.
From somewhere, Nathanael produced a locked case-its latch had already been broken open. He set it on the table and opened it in full view.
"This is a new medicine Citrine recently developed. I found it in her lab." He pointed to a single white pill inside. His voice was steady but tinged with awe. "It's called Deathflip Elixir. According to her notes, it's supposed to bring someone back from the brink." A spark of hope lit up every face in the room.
Manley's eyes were wide with anticipation. "So, if Citrine takes this, she might wake up?" Raymond and the others turned to Nathanael, waiting for confirmation.
For a long moment, Nathanael said nothing.
One by one, the glimmer of hope in their eyes began to fade.
Finally, Nathanael spoke. "I found this in Citrine's lab. I can't be sure the formula is complete, but her notes claim it can bring the dead back. I think it's worth a try." Hope flickered back to life in the room.
Raymond's voice trembled with urgency. "Then what are we waiting for? Give it to her-now!" Nathanael nodded, gently placing the white pill in Citrine's mouth and helping her swallow it with a little water.
When he finished, he cautioned everyone, "We don't know if it will work, or how long it might take. All we can do now is wait." When Hilda woke and heard the news, a spark of hope lit her eyes as well.
The Death Tip Elixir gave everyone a reason to hope again. The gloom that had hung over the past days lifted over the next week, they took turns tending to Citrine, gently cleaning her and watching over her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfraid she'd feel alone, someone was always by her bedside, talking to her every day.
For a week, nothing changed-until, suddenly, Citrine's vital signs began to return. Her fingers twitched.
The moment they saw it, every single person in the room broke down in tears.
Ever since they'd been thrown out of the research center a week agom Hastings and Theb had tried sneaking back in several times, but never made it past the front doors. Eventually, they gave up.
After news of Citrine's death, Theo felt hollowed out, as if something essential had been ripped from him. He spiraled, spending his days chain-smoking and drinking, until he landed himself in the hospital. al.ne
He didn't understand how he'd gotten this way. His own father had been sentenced to death because of M Citrine, but Theo couldn't bring himself to blher. If anything, he felt only guilt-and when he learned of her death, the pain nearly destroyed him. One night, hooked up to an IV in the hospital, Theo dreamed of Citrine.
They were in his apartment, and in his dream, their kiss was desperate neither wanting to let go.
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