Chapter 617 "What does that mean? Are you saying they want to use his body as a test subject for the artificial heart?" The prospect itself didn't faze him, but what rattled Raymond was far more serious-why had Nathanael said Citrine would be in danger? Raymond looked desperately from one to the other, hungry for answers.
It wasn't just Citrine standing her ground now. Nathanael's stance was equally unyielding, and the stubborn set of his jaw left no room for negotiation.
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Raymond, who lay helpless on the hospital bed across the room. Nathanael's voice was icy. "His heart is failing, and that's a tragedy, but why should that be our burden? Why should you be the one to donate your heart to him? You already showed him more mercy than he deserved by allowing him into the research clinic. That was generous enough— there's no need to go any further." He turned, voice rising, frustration boiling over. "Besides, Raymond's not going to last much longer. We could persuade his family to let him join the clinical trial, give him the artificial heart you designed." "Nathanael's right, Citrine. You don't have to risk your own life, swapping your healthy heart for his. Let someone else be the first test subject." Nathanael's anger was palpable now, his words tumbling out faster and louder with every sentence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond's face drained of color as he listened to their exchange. Now, at last, everything was clear.
He was the one dying, his own heart steadily betraying him for reasons he couldn't explain. Citrine, though, was planning to give up her own heart for him- and test her invention on herself.
No. If those were the terms, he'd rather die right now.
"Citrine, don't do it!" Raymond cried out, voice cracking with desperation.
But Citrine couldn't hear him at all.
He stared at the two of them, willing Citrine to listen to Nathanael, to see reason.
The standoff lasted for several long minutes. Nathanael had said his piece, and neither of them seemed ready to back down.
Five, maybe six minutes later, Citrine finally turned to Nathanael, her gaze sharp and resolute. "You know why have to do this, Nathanael. I need to understand exactly how the artificial heart works-its strengths, its flaws. I'm the lead researcher; no one knows this project as well as I do. My feedback as the inventor will be more valuable than any data we could get from a random patient." Nathanael's expression remained stony. "That's still not a good enough reason. You're the head of this project, Citrine. You've spent two years locked in the lab, research. You're only sacrificing everything for лайма twenty-seven-this should be the prof your life. You deserve to see what the world has to offer, to actually live. But if you keep going like this, you'll drive yourself to ruin." Citrine's eyes grew distant, as if something inside her had slipped away. "The world?" she echoed, distracted. Thinking he'd found an opening,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNathanael nodded eagerly. "Yes.
Take stime, experience life om beyond these walls. We can put the project on hold. When we find a suitable trial volunteer, we'll pick up where we left off. There's no rush." "That's right, Citrine," Raymond added, nodding weakly from his bed. "Go outside, find shappiness. You deserve it."
Citrine was silent for a moment, her eyes unfocused. When she finally spoke, her voice was slow and hollow. "I don't like this world. I've stopped expecting anything from it." Nathanael's heart sank. He took a deep breath, ready to try again, when Citrine suddenly spoke, her words coming out of nowhere.
"Nathanael, Raymond is my biological father." "What? You can't be serious!" Nathanael's eyes widened in shock.
Citrine shook her head. "I found out by accident five years ago, overheard it from Aline. Wmade them run a DNA test. It's true-I'm his daughter." "That explains it. That's why you made an exception and let him into the research clinic." Nathanael was stunned, the realization dawning on him.