Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 643

Chapter 643

She wasn’t interested in treating Flynt. She was just curious about his illness. Maybe she could stir up some trouble while she

was at it.

Upon reaching Flynt’s room, the subordinate knocked on the door and said, “Ms. Saxon is here.”

“Come in,” came Flynt’s weak voice from inside.

The subordinate pushed the door open, and an acrid medicinal odor hit Aria.

Flynt was propped up against the headboard, with his face deathly pale. Unnatural, bluish-black veins bulged on his neck, starkly contrasting with his deathly pale skin.

The subordinate said respectfully, “Ms. Saxon, please examine him.”

Aria walked straight to the bedside and sat down, placing her fingers directly on Flynt’s wrist to check his pulse.

Flynt instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but when he opened his eyes and saw it was Aria, he froze.

Flynt extended his hand again and said with a hoarse voice, “I didn’t expect you to come.”

Aria stated, “I need absolute quiet while taking your pulse.”

The unspoken implication was clear. She needed Flynt to shut up.

The room instantly fell silent, broken only by the steady ticking of the wall clock.

Flynt’s gaze remained fixed on Aria’s face the whole time.

Aria ignored his gaze and meticulously checked his pulse.

A few minutes later, Aria withdrew her hand and delivered a terse diagnosis. “Your condition is unusual.” She offered nothing

more.

Flynt suddenly let out a low, bitter chuckle that turned into a coughing fit. “I got kidnapped when I was a kid. They pumped me full of god-knows-what.”

Flynt pressed a hand to his chest and continued, “When it flares up, every inch of me feels torn apart.”

Aria asked, “Is this why you built this lab? You want to research a treatment for yourself?”

“Yes. I want to survive,” replied Flynt.

He wanted to survive, to live better than anyone else, and to crush all those who had ever hurt him beneath his feet.

Aria said coolly, “That’s no justification for forcing others to stay and conduct research.”

Flynt replied, “This is the fastest way. Time is running out.”

Flynt leaned against the headboard, with a wry smile crossing his pale face. “I wouldn’t hurt them.”

Aria said, “But you already did.”

Not all harm was visible. It didn’t take physical violence to hurt someone.

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Flynt clenched his fist. “I had no choice. No one ever gave me one. Now that you know the truth, do you still want to blow up my lab?”

Aria answered, “There is other research in your lab.”

Flynt wasn’t surprised. “That’s my uncle’s research. I owe him, so I can’t interfere. Not everyone here is mine. If you can replace my uncle to treat me, I won’t stop you if you want to blow up the lab.”

Aria asked, “Mr. Hartley, are you trying to cut a deal with me?”

Flynt gave a firm nod. “Yes.”

Aria smiled meaningfully and said, “What a shame. I don’t treat problematic patients.”

She then said, “Mr. Hartley, you’ve achieved your objective. It’s time for the inhibitor injection.”

Flynt’s pulse was erratic, which was a clear sign of a sudden onset. Without the inhibitor, he wouldn’t last the night.

Aria’s refusal came as no surprise to Flynt. He wanted more than just a typical doctor-patient relationship with her.

Flynt held out his hand weakly, and his subordinate hurried to fetch the necessary items. After preparing everything, he nervously looked at Aria and said, “Ms. Saxon, could you please give Mr. Hartley the injection?”

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