Chapter 2

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My father eventually gave in to my faked weakness.

"Fine, we'll do it your way."

Vanessa immediately went over and grabbed Silas's hand. "Silas, Summer is young and doesn't know better. Please don't be mad at her."

Silas didn't pull away. He just kept his eyes fixed on me.

That look was too familiar.

In my past life, every time my condition worsened, he looked at me like that.

It wasn't concern. It was an evaluation.

He was calculating how much longer my heart could last.

"Since Miss Quinn doubts my ability, why don't I prove it right now?" Silas said suddenly.

He pulled a medical record from his briefcase and handed it to the other doctors.

"This is a patient I saw yesterday. You can all look at the diagnosis."

Dr. Miller took the record, and his face went white.

The other doctor leaned in, his brows knitting together.

"This case..." Dr. Miller's voice shook.

"Myocardial lesions with multi-organ failure. I... I really don't have a good treatment plan for this."

Silas's lips curled into a slight smirk.

"I have already developed a complete treatment plan. I expect a full recovery within three months."

The room filled with murmurs of praise.

My father nodded. "As expected of a genius."

Vanessa looked at Silas with pure adoration. "Silas, you really are incredible."

Dr. Miller stood in the corner, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Silas turned to me with arrogance in his eyes. "Miss Quinn, do you still think my motives are the problem?"

I didn't answer. I just turned to my father. "Dad, I'm tired. I want to go rest."

My father waved his hand. "Go on, get some sleep."

I stood up to leave. As I passed Silas, I paused.

Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, "The phase three clinical data for your APTX drug has severe cardiovascular side effects. Didn't you know?"

Silas's entire body went rigid.

That was his most secret research project. He had never mentioned it to anyone.

Even the data was locked in a safe in his private lab.

How could I possibly know?

"You..."

I didn't stop. I walked straight out of the meeting room.

Behind me, I heard Vanessa's worried voice. "Silas, what's wrong? You look terrible!"

I sneered in my heart.

In my past life, I was the lab rat for that experiment.

I stayed up countless nights with him, watching him fail and rewrite data over and over.

I thought he was doing it to save me.

Only at the end did I realize he was just using my body to test the drug's toxicity.

In this life, he didn't know his research was destined to fail.

He didn't know that the patient he thought was a fool actually knew him better than he knew himself.