The Cherished Wife

At the hospital, Peter glanced at Sean, who was busy working in his office. "When are you planning to stop?"

"You think I don't want to?" Sean shot him a look. "You may be free as a bird now, but I've still got work to do, and I'm dedicated to it."

Peter scoffed, tapping his long fingers on the desk. "Dedicated? If you're a model employee, all other employees must've vanished."

"Hey!" Sean could not take the insult. "Don't question my work ethic."

He tossed his pen down and looked at Peter with a serious expression. "If you've got something to say, spit it out. I'm busy. I have no time to babysit you."

"Fine. Has Brandon's test report come out?"

eyes widened as he suddenly remembered. "I almost forgot about that! Here it

the report, and Peter's brows knitted together. He

of tough surgeries lately. Plus, I've been running tests on Tania too,

haven't finished. I don't know exactly what it is yet. It seems to be

and one could see the tension in him. He flipped open Brandon's report and scanned over the convoluted data before tossing it back to Sean. "I can't make

It's just slightly different. Brandon's appears to be a modified version of it. Peter..." Sean grew serious. "Be cautious.

Someone is targeting you."

know about any of this, and find out exactly what this is. Whatever it takes, find

it. The tricky part is that since