The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1287

Charlotte ran Newell’s gene test again.

The results came back the same.

The antidote was working, but barely.

Basically, Newell’s body had built up antibodies and wasn’t absorbing the medicine anymore.

“The antidote can only slow down the mutation for a while. In the end, his body’s still going to give out.” Dr. David sighed, his brow furrowed. “If the bracelet hadn’t been destroyed and we still had the original formula, maybe we could’ve saved him. Such a shame…”

The only copy of that formula had been in the bracelet Charlotte’s grandmother left her.

There was almost no chance of finding another antidote like it anywhere.

“If this isn’t working, we’ll just change the ingredients,” Charlotte said, dropping ethanol into a test tube, her movements steady and precise. Her voice was calm, almost cold. “If this antidote fails, we’ll just make a new one.”

If they could survive, then Newell deserved that chance too.

“…Okay. The lab has already started working on it,” Dr. David said, his eyelid twitching. Making a new formula from scratch was no small thing, but it was obvious Lottie wasn’t giving up. She was set on saving Newell.

“I transferred five billion to the lab. If that’s not enough, just tell me,” Anthony said as he walked over and put his arm around Charlotte’s waist, holding her close. His face was serious. “If anything comes up, let us know right away.”

Dr. David nodded and walked them out. Just as he was closing the car door, he suddenly asked, “Lottie, do you know G5?”

Charlotte turned, eyes narrowing a little.

G5 was one of the founders of the genetics institute, and she’d been especially close to Charlotte’s grandmother. After her grandmother left, G5 had cut ties with the institute and disappeared.

“Is there any chance she has a cure for the genetic mutation?” Dr. David asked, careful with his words as he leaned on the car. “I’m just guessing, of course.”

Back then, Mrs. W had destroyed the antidote and the formula before leaving the Isle of Veil. No one else was likely to have it. Besides, G5 would be in her sixties now, if she was even still alive.

“I’ll have someone look into it,” Anthony said, taking Charlotte’s hand gently. He lowered his voice. “You’ve been working hard.”

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