CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR

Robert drove his car, his hand shaking on the steering wheel, he felt his life spun around like the wheels of his car.

He pressed on the throttle, he wants to scream. The words of the doctor who was in charge of his wife's case echoing in his head. "I'm sorry but I am not sure your wife will be cured from that poison.

The cure to that poison is purely beyond human. I'm sorry but not to give you false hopes here when I clearly know that there are none.

We can't study that poison, it defies biology and there is no way to create an antidote to it" the pharmacist had said sadly, he was about to push past Robert but the latter held him back.

Robert cleared his throat after gaining the attention of the pharmacist, he didn't want the pain in his voice to be clear. "Um… how much will be needed for you to go on with finding the cure–"

The pharmacist cut in and had push up the thick medicated glass up the bridge of his nose and closer to his eyes, "it's all going to be futile here, only if
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