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Charlotte ended the call. She frowned down at the empty black screen of her phone. Her emotions were all over the place, she quickly rearranged her face into a neutral expression and turned her attention back to the children.

Zachary was lying in bed, holding his phone to his chest. His exposed torso was crisscrossed with various tubes.

After about half a month of treatments, he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken in and his entire body looked haggard. It was difficult to look at him in this state.

Zachary had shown no signs of improvement and at this point, no one could be sure whether the treatment was even working as they had hoped.

However, there was no other choice but to be patient and continue with the treatments before any progress could be seen. After all, Zachary had only just started on the treatment.

The doctors had warned them that this sort of treatment could be very arduous treatment and it would take very strong willpower for a patient to go through it.

Back when Charlotte herself was undergoing the treatment, she had fallen into a deep coma. However, Zachary had not.

He was undergoing the treatment while fully conscious. He was not even given any anesthetics in order to protect his brain from any damage.

For the past six months, he had been treated like a test subject; he was poked and prodded all over his body daily.

level of pain and discomfort, but he tolerated it all

was able to hold onto his consciousness just by his own sheer

felt a little stronger and

has requested Ms. Lindberg to take her children to F Nation for their safety,” Ben said cautiously, trying to

rival finds Arkfield, they will

phone tightly in one hand. He had just gotten

ask Bruce to go over to them?” Ben

their lives; just watch over them secretly,” Zachary said slowly and laboriously. Every word felt painful. “Get

nodded and left to

should rest. Don’t worry too much,” the doctor who had been standing by his bedside advised gently. “You shouldn’t even have been allowed to make

into unconsciousness. The silhouette of Charlotte appeared in his dream, just like an

standing in a vineyard, gazing at him with a beatific smile as if she was saying to him,

repeatedly to himself, “You must endure. You must live on. You must go to F Nation and bring Charlotte and the

not bear looking at Zachary’s face, all twisted up in pain. He had always thought of Zachary as an invincible